I'm taking it back to the beginning of the summer with this one, but I feel awful that I never wrote a post about how awesome of a dad my man is - because he is pretty awesome at it.

As mentioned here in a post about our trip Texas, we were gone for Mark's actual birthday and didn't get home on Father's day until late afternoon. It wasn't fun or ideal, but we don't need to revisit that situation. Instead we'll just jump right into a sappy little tribute for a (super) belated Father's Day post.

It sounds cliche, we've all heard it said, but it undoubtedly true - Theres nothing that makes you fall in love with your husband more than watching him love on and play with your little girl. There's a special sweetness between a daddy and a daughter, one that I hope deepens more between the two as the years go on.