A Note From Mom

Lucy, this is your Poppa.

It's going to take me a lifetime to describe to you all of the wonderful qualities he has but let's start off with a few things he's done recently...

• I was really, really sick the first couple months I was pregnant with you and your Daddy did everything for me. He cooked me every meal, cleaned every nook and cranny of our house and never, ever complained. Not even once. He even stopped making his morning coffee because it made me feel sick (By the way, all of this sick stuff? Don't worry, it was totally worth it.)
  
• When I finally felt better, your Daddy still cooked for me all the time and cleaned and did most everything. He also rubbed my hands and feet most every night before we went to bed. How neat is that?
  
• At the end of my pregnancy, when we could feel you movin' around in there and we were feeling happier with each day, your Dad was always the most excited one in the room. He has dreamed about being a Daddy his whole life, and now you're here.

Most nights when we're up together--you're having a snack, and I'm watching your sweet face--your Dad is there too, keeping me company and rubbing my feet. He just doesn't want to miss anything that you and I talk about I guess. How did we get so lucky, Lucy?