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To My Husband and All the Loving, Involved Daddies: This One’s for You


Dear Love,

This one’s for you—and for dads everywhere who are showing up every day with love, patience, and dedication. I see you, and I need you to know how much it means—not just to me, but to all of us as moms, as partners, as families.

You’re not just a great dad; you’re the real MVP. From the moment you stepped into this role, you’ve been rewriting the script. You’ve been there, doing all the big things and little things that make a difference. And today, I just want to tell you: I see you, I appreciate you, and I couldn’t do this without you.

The Little Things You Do

It’s the little things that speak volumes. Like when you instinctively grab the baby so I can finally drink my cup of tea while it’s still hot. Or when you distract our toddler with a spontaneous game of superheroes so I can have two minutes of peace to just breathe.

It’s the way you whisper silly jokes to the big brother to make him laugh uncontrollably when I’ve run out of patience. It’s how you handle those middle-of-the-night cries like a champ, even when you have work the next morning. And it’s the way you constantly remind me that I’m doing just fine, even when I feel like I’m barely holding it together.

Redefining “Dad Goals”

You’re more than a “helper”—you’re a full-on parenting partner. You’re in the thick of it, the size of your hand against that tiny diaper? (HILARIOUS)! Whether it's sneaking our toddler one last sip, or rocking a fussy baby. You are fully in it. 

But it’s not just about the things you do; it’s the way you do them—with love, humor, and a quiet strength that anchors our family in even the most chaotic moments.

The Dad Who Loves Loudly

I love the way you love out loud. The way you’re there for school concerts even though it's not really your thing, the proudest dad smiling from ear to ear when A says something out of pocket and unheard of.

You make life fun. Whether it’s piggyback rides, an afternoon of binge watching, or saying “SUPERrrr” with our toddler for the hundredth time, you’re creating moments that our kids will treasure forever.

A Partner, A Teammate, A Friend

But you’re not just a great dad—you’re my teammate. My partner. My rock.

You’re the one who lifts me when I feel like I’m failing. The one who makes me laugh when I’m on the verge of tears. The one who says, “We’ve got this,” even when the baby is screaming, the toddler is painting the walls, and dinner is burning in the oven.

You remind me every day that I’m not in this alone, that we’re in this together. And that’s everything.

Thank You

So, thank you.

Thank you for showing up—not just physically, but emotionally. For being the kind of dad who doesn’t just teach our kids how to kick a soccer ball, but how to be kind, patient, and brave.

Thank you for being the safe space they run to when they’re scared, the one who fixes broken toys and broken hearts, and the one who teaches them to dream big.

Thank you for loving me, even when I’m sleep-deprived and snappy and my hair has been in a bun for two weeks straight. For believing in me when I doubt myself. For being my partner in this beautiful, messy, exhausting life we’re building together.

To All the Dads

To all the dads out there who are doing the hard work of fatherhood with love and dedication: we see you. We love you. You’re not just doing a good job—you’re doing an amazing job.

Keep being the superheroes you are—on the days when you feel like you’ve got it all together and on the days when you don’t. Because trust me, you’re making a difference.

With all my love,
Mrs M 💕

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