Funny things happen when your time is no longer your own. You become dependent on each other in weird and annoying ways. Your life becomes easier or more difficult in direct proportion to what that person has done or is doing. Are the bottles washed? Who needs to be changed? Where is that thing that I need? You know, the THING?! No! Don't put the thing in your mouth!

My day gets better when my husband comes home (Often handing me a coffee as he walks through the door into the chaos of feeding and changing and bouncing and laughing). He's a rock. When I'm a grouch, he's easy going. When I'm exhausted, he juggles the kids. When I need a nap, or a beer, or a girl's night out, I get that. Because he's awesome.

And watching him with the kids is so much fun. It brings out a silly side that doesn't see much sun. He impresses our son with the art of manliness. And he dances with the girls.

Throughout this fun, crazy, time I've had a lot of help from friends and family. But there is no doubt in my mind, that without him I couldn't have done this.

Happy Father's Day.