To my dad, who is the best. Who always listens and never judges. Who wants me to be happy (though I still don’t think he approves of the housewife thing, ha!). Who has always been there for me. Who tolerates my foul language. Who talks to me about books, and politics, and history, and life. Who gives outstanding hugs. Thank you for being the best dad to me. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know. Jamie and I are so lucky to have you.
To my husband, who is the best. Who always listens and gives good advice. Who wants me to be happy all the time. Who is always there for me whenever I need anything. Who tolerates my bossy-ness. Who talks to me about everything under the sun. Who I can be politically incorrect with. Who dances with me at the grocery store. Who is so patient. Who drives thousands of miles to give us the most amazing vacations. Who is a fantastic role model. Who makes us both laugh until we cry. Who has shown me that marriage can be the best thing ever. And that parenting might not be so bad either. Hopefully we’ll settle the changing table argument before the time comes to need one. I hope I show you every day how much I appreciate you. Little Man and I are so lucky to have you.
(blush) Housewife thing? You told me youj are the Queen!
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