I am so happy to have a husband who is also a good father. Sometimes I feel like he's my third son, but it's usually in a good way. He's a big kid, and my boys love to play with him. He tries so hard to make them happy, and he misses them so much when he's gone at work during the day. I love the "baby talk" he swore he'd never do before we had kids. I love that he helps bathe them and dress them and feed them, even when he gets frustrated. I love that he spoils them a little when "mom" is not around. I love that man. He is my husband. He is a father.