every day, not just fathers day, i treasure the relationship you have with our boys. you are teaching them to be strong, athletic, smart and chivalrous men. you show them what it means to be able to work with your hands and be proud of your accomplishments. because of you, they are seeing what it means to be a real man: to love whole heartedly, to laugh at life's little hiccups, and of course, to throw a baseball. they know what it means to be a hero, because you are theirs.
we love you for everything you do for our family, the sleepless nights at work, and the sleepless nights at home. the cereal poured just right, and the steak bbq'd to perfection. the tires pumped on the bikes, and the batteries changed in the toys. the wrestling, playing yogurt shop, and laying watching cartoons. our boys love you more than their limited vocabularies can express.
and i, well i know every day just how blessed i am to have you raising our children with me. thank you for being the best father our children could ever have.
(and if y'all were wondering where the little one was during all this fun, he was napping! So when he woke up, I snapped a couple of him as well)