Your father has this laugh that starts as this high pitched chuckle but by the time he really gets going, his whole body is shaking with it. It's a contagious laugh; even if you didn't think the original joke was funny, you'll be laughing because he is laughing.
He is a real goof sometimes. Don't even ask him to sing song lyrics. He won't be able to remember any if you paid him a million dollars. But he sure will give it his best effort.
He loves to read. He's read all sorts of books, from Pride and Prejudice to To Kill a Mockingbird to Harry Potter, but his favorite is still probably Huckleberry Finn. Should the occasion arise, he would like to name your future brother Huckleberry. I keep telling him that is probably one of those things that is never going to happen.
He looks up workouts on Crossfit's website and does them in our garage almost every day because it's too expensive to pay for sessions at an actual Crossfit gym. You don't know what Crossfit is, but you will. Trust me. You'l know because one day I'll have to explain to you why your father is attempting to hand walk the entire length of our backyard.
He loves ultimate frisbee and used to run cross-country in high-school. His idea of a good time is running in races that have the word "mud" somewhere in the title.
He loves making lists and checking things off of them. For example, when I was pregnant with you, we had a list of all the parks in our city, and we just about visited them all. He was quite dedicated to completing this list as we walked through most of these parks in the summer. When it was extremely hot. And I was extremely round. We've also gone through lists of the best movies and books of all time. We didn't finish them, but we did watch some pretty weird movies. We also went through a hipster food list, which included sriracha and PBR and maple bacon donuts and sushi. We didn't finish that list either. And for the record, PBR is not very tasty.
Your father has an incredibly soft heart. He's usually the one crying in movies (not sure he wanted me to tell you that, but it's true). And I love that about him. It's usually the epic speech the hero makes right before battle or when trying to win back his woman that gets to him the most (but he has been known, at least once, to have teared up over a commercial...don't let him tell you otherwise).
He reads his Bible and tries his best to follow it; to love God, to love others and to show others how to love God.
He is brave and hard-working, and he puts both of these qualities to use protecting and serving as a deputy for the county south of ours. When he's working, your father sees things on a regular basis that would make most people cringe, or at least feel extremely uncomfortable. He is put in situations where he has to make extremely difficult decisions in a very small amount of time. Right now in our country, cops aren't seen in the best light because of some tragic things that have happened. I can't speak for all cops but I know your father cares deeply about doing what is right, and he does his best to honor God with the decisions he makes. He loves his job because he gets to be a part of bringing about justice. But many nights he comes home frustrated because justice didn't happen. And then all he can do is trust God that hopefully another day, it will.
Your father is my best friend. We can talk about anything and everything. Sometimes we argue about anything and everything (including how neat the bed sheets should be or how long food needs to be microwaved before it's hot enough). If we're mad at each other, he's usually the first to make amends- consistently giving me a lesson in grace and forgiveness. And though he may not be the most romantic man who ever lived, I have no doubt that your father loves me. I know by the way he works hours of overtime so that I can stay home with you. I know by the way he listens to me and texts me to see how I'm doing while he's at work. I know by the way he reminds me to make sure the doors are locked before I go to bed or by how he comes out to carry the groceries in so I don't have to. I know by the way he strokes my hair while we're watching a movie or by how he'll randomly buy me a pack of Skittles or Mentos when he's out, just because he knows how much I like them.
I also know he loves you. So much. I see it when when you wake up from your nap, and he wants to be the one to go get you so he can see you smile at him from your crib. I see it when he pretends he's a bee buzzing around you, and then he comes in real quick to give you kisses. I see it when he beams at you and calls you "baby squirt" or "cutie pie." I see it in his desire to protect you and keep you safe. I see it in the way he talks to you and sings to you and prays for you.
I totally missed writing this in time for Father's Day, but my hope with this post is that one day when your much older you can read this and know a little more about what your father was like when you were a baby.
Honestly you'll probably know all this already, but just in case, I wanted to make sure there was a record written somewhere of how great a guy your dad is and how thankful I am to be married to him.