....a man who gives you the morning off by closing the bedroom door ever so quietly while he tiptoes out and gets the children up, changes diapers, feeds them - all while you whittle the hours away in dreamland (bliss, I tell you!)
...a man who, when you do finally stumble out of that same bed and into the land of the living, makes you Eggs Benedict for breakfast...which I promptly lap up like I've never had a meal before (wish I had a picture of that!)
...or a man who spends his afternoon and only day off perfecting the art of the English Muffin - which, let's just say they were about as good a piece of bread as you've ever put in your mouth. Butter melted into all the little crannies. Let's just say. Because honey, they were.
or a man who finds great peace in ending his day like this...
and before you get any fancy schmancy ideas that I had them pose for this, remember that Quint is 2 and poses for no man (or mom). He was out like a light. One minute I could hear Anton reading to him, and then after a while, just silence. Look at his hands...Oh, I could cry. The sweetness overload.
And that fact he does look so sweet and peaceful makes me want to forgive him for putting his Woody doll in the toilet.
I'm not sure what's better, but I sure feel blessed to have married such a keeper
I love my boys