Happy Father's Day!

The girls presented DH with a menu this morning and are now in the kitchen making breakfast in bed. (Fortunately, I bought some canned cinnamon rolls at the grocery store last week, so they aren't doing anything that will totally destroy my kitchen.) And DH was one of the elite 600,000 who managed to score the new iphone, so his father's day is all taken care of.

I must say that DH is an awesome dad. Neither his dad nor mine were the super-involved fatherly types, but he is the exact opposite. When the kids were babies he did everything that I did (well, except feed them, but only because he doesn't have boobs.) When I was a SAHM he bathed them every night, giving me a few precious minutes of kid-free time. And he certainly stepped up through law school and my new career. More often than not, he is the first one home and stuck throwing dinner together. He has slaved over homework and school projects. He has stayed home from work when a kid was barfing her guts up. And when I had hyperemesis with all of my pregnancies, he dumped my throw-up bowl when I was too weak to walk to the bathroom.

Maybe all of this shouldn't be seen as anything special--after all, we moms do it all without blinking. But the fact is that there are still many, many men who do not participate equally in child rearing. I'm lucky to have one who does his full share and even takes over mine when necessary. And honestly, I don't know how I could make work it as an attorney and a mom without DH.

I <3 DH.