I married a good man, I really did.  (and because I didn’t do a Daddy’s Day post - you get this now)

Although there are days when I could easily whine loudly about him.  He is a good man.  He is a great DADDY.  He loves the kids, and knows how to make them feel special, and unlike some Dad’s he knows what they are into, and knows what would make their day.

This past week while on vacation he tried to take them places that they would find “cool”.  We went to the town Museum - Pan really really wanted to go there - unfortunately it told the town’s history - and they didn’t have dinosaurs there.  Note to self - take Pan to a real museum so he can see some dinosaur bones - I’ll forget - my memory has been horrible lately, but Mr. Incredible - he’ll remember - and some Friday night he’ll say - Okay - Let’s go to (insert some museum here) tomorrow.

He knows that all Tink really needs to make her day better is some snuggle time, and he takes the time to do it.  He doesn’t get frustrated that it’s bed time and she’s already been snuggled, he takes the two minutes to give her a little extra, and her world is a better place.

But the real reason I know I married a good man… on the way home from vacation, we were talking about my upcoming surgery and how I am basically not going to be able to do anything except sit and heal, and what he will need to do to help me out, and he wasn’t upset about any of it.  He wasn’t making me feel guilty, he was being understanding, and calming some of my fears.  He just knew that this is what needs to be done.  He asked that I make a list about certain things, because I’m a little crazy and have to have things done a certain way, (so I’ll do that) and - he’ll take care of it.  I think it will help that the first week the kids are at his parents, and then my mom is coming here for a week.   And I hope to have things all caught up before I go into the hospital.

But I’m lucky, and I know it.  I really am.

Thank you - Mr. Incredible - love you!