He has a hard job. Every morning, he gets up at the crack of dawn with the babies, changes multiple poopy diapers, plays with babies, feeds babies bananas, and gets them dressed all by himself. He gets them in the car and off to school. All by himself.
I'm sure that he did not picture his life like this and I'm sure that every morning when that first cry sounds, he's ready to pull his pillow over his head. But he gets up and loves Gracie and Lukie more than anything.
Thank you, Daddy. Even though, I forget to tell you some (most) times.