This photo captures for me the moment Drew became a father.
He had just endured a day and two sleepless nights of me being raked over the coals. G was born with her eyes wide open, locked on her Dad even before her first breath.
For the past four years he's been knee deep in a world full of whimsy, pink, dresses, fairy dust, vomit, crying, screaming, laughing, fart jokes and a constant sense of unpredictability. I sure am glad we procreated. Happy Father's Day my love.
love this.
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