We are the luckiest girls in the world. Period. End stop. Period.
You are sad to leave us in the morning and can’t wait to hold your baby girl in the afternoon. You give mommy a break at the exact moment she needs one. You love us so much. There aren’t words. When your husband becomes a father, it’s a transformation. In some ways, you lose a piece of him to your child, but you gain so much. Mainly, respect. We love you, Daddy. We are so thankful. And right now as I write this, you are singing our girl to sleep. I love you, Jimmy.