The Father of My Little One...

Today marks James' first Fathers Day.

Just writing those words makes me teary.

Unfortunately we are on opposite sides of the country at the moment.

Oh how I am longing to be with him today.

I am a Daddy's girl through and through.

It was incredibly important for me to find a husband and father like him.

I'll never forget a particular Sunday when James took me to church with him for the first time.

It may sound odd - but as he introduced me I could tell he saw me the way my Dad does.

He saw things in me that I didn't see in myself.

It was then that I knew that James was going to be an incredible Father.

The moment Annie entered the world I fell even more in love with that man.

It was such a sacred moment and everyone else faded away.

He was all I needed to become a Mom.

Annie looks just like him

and I couldn't be more thrilled.

When I gaze into those eyes I can't help but think of her Dad 

and the love I have for him as a Father.

He adores that little girl.

And my oh my would he do anything for her.

James is a peacemaker, he is sincere, he is my comforter, he is a spiritual giant and 

{although I hate to stroke his ego}

he is the funniest person I know.

But most importantly he always chooses to see the good in others.

Just like my Dad, he saw it in me.

And I know he sees and will see it in our little ones.

James is spending his first Fathers Day with his own Dad.

The man he looks up to more than anyone else.

I am overwhelmed with gratitude for Fathers - in particular the three in my life.

Happy first Fathers Day James.

Love, 

Your Girls.