True love is...

True love is filling up my water bottle for me every night before we go to bed--without me asking.

True love is taking off of work an hour early to watch Baby W so that I can go to Joann's ALONE.

True love is giving me a kiss first thing in the morning before I have brushed my teeth.

True love is reading every single word of every single post I put up on Little Miss Momma--because he wants to.

True love is changing poopy diapers.

True love is not complaining when I don't shave my legs, for let's say two weeks {hypothetically speaking, of course}.

True love is biting his tongue when I leave my trash in the car.

True love is putting lotion on my feet while we watch TV.

True love is agreeing to watch the Wedding Planner again, for Friday movie night.

True love hides his tears when we watch the Notebook.

True love is giving me the last piece of pizza.

True love is pretending you love my "new" post-baby body.

True love is remembering ALL the toppings I like on my frozen yogurt.

True love is reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar 52 times a day.

True love is surprising me with an extra large diet coke from McDonald's, because you know it's my favorite.

True love is acting interested when we go clothes shopping.

True love is staying up all night to assemble my kitchen table and chairs.

True love has patience to play with his little guy.

True love is supporting me and all of my crazy dreams.

True love is generous with cuddles, kisses, hugs and "I love you's".

True love knows how important all "the little things" are.

True love is AWESOME!

And this is what true love looks like:

Isn't he handsome *wink*

Are you gagging from the overwhelming sentimental mushiness yet?

Sorry about that folks--but I just had to shout from the roof tops that I love this man and his true love makes me the happiest Little Miss Momma ever!

What is your true love?

Daddy Day

Happy Very First Daddy's Day

to my Hubby Hubster

Baby W wanted you to have this:

His very first work of art, painted especially for you.

And let Mommy tell you, that this project was truly a labor of love.

Let's just say Baby W wasn't as excited about finger painting as I anticipated.

Other than the time he accidentally crawled into the paint and then I forced him to put his hand on the paper...

Baby W was a bit more excited about picking and eating grass.

I anticipated taking a zillion pictures of my super cute kiddo with paint all over his body, smiling and laughing as he had a blast creating his first Father's Day gift...

Instead, Baby W wiped the paint off his hand onto the grass the very first chance he got.

This picture pretty much sums up how "excited" Baby W was to paint.

Regardless of his lack of enthusiasm, his little picture ended up

being not-half-bad.

A Masterpiece in fact {if you ask his mommy}.

And now a shout out to a Daddy that makes his little family so happy.

A Daddy who gives us his time, his love, his hugs and his kisses.

To a Daddy who thinks its super cute to feed Baby W food from his mouth.

Yes, I am serious.

He insists on putting little bits of food in between his lips so that Baby W will "kiss" him to get the yummy food.

See him baiting Lil W with the watermelon.

Baby W takes the bait.

Up close and personal.

Daddy, so excited he stole a kiss from his little guy.

I keep telling the hubby that there will come a time {very soon} when feeding your baby like a bird won't be "cute" anymore.

But for now, we'll let it slide *wink*

Happy Father's Day to my favorite man in the world!

I Have a Husband Who

I have a hubby who changes poopy diapers

{more than I do}.

I have a hubby who makes bottles, feeds his son breakfast, comforts him in the middle of the night, takes baths with his lil guy, dresses him, takes him on drives, plays with him, cuddles him, reads to him, is patient when he cries, wipes his boogies, takes naps with him, and loves him as much as a daddy possibly can--all while working hard to provide for his little family.

So when he leaves his dirty clothes on the ground, his dirty socks in our bed, or his cereal bowl on the coffee table and bread crumbs on the counter--I don't even bat an eye {not much anyway}, because my hubby works as hard as he does and loves as much as he can for our little family--and did I mention he changes poopy diapers. 

And I {love} this man!