Happy Father's Day to my loving husband and amazing partner. You're the man who got up at 6:30 a.m. on your day to play with Little Miss Early Riser for three hours while you let me sleep in. You're the man who sent me and your other daughter off to get pedicures while you stayed home with a napping toddler. You're the man who took that hilarious, tiny drama queen with you to do the weekly grocery shopping. And you're the man who came home from that (most likely harried) trip to cook from scratch the only thing that would satisfy your crazy pregnant wife: shrimp etouffee. What have I ever done to deserve the selfless husband and father you are? You're the chocolate to my peanut butter, the calm to my storm, the chill to my chardonnay. My life wouldn't be nearly as sweet or meaningful, nor spoiled, without you. Thank you, My Love, for being you.