Happy Father's Day!

I was watching the evening news (E News) and they shared that a recent poll named Brad Pitt, David Beckham and Matt Damon as the top dads. Clearly the pollsters have never seen my man with his children.
They've never seen Seth wake up at 5:30am, go to work all day, come home to play soccer, motorcycles, chase, then give the boys a bath, read a book and put them to bed, then go to bed and discuss with me how in love he is with those little men. They've never seen him laugh uncontrollably while Ian jumps on top of him, head butts him then slobbers relentlessly all over his face. It wasn't reported the 845 times that Seth walked out of Noah's room in tears after reading to him and having Noah tell him that he loves him. They didn't mention the 5,678 times that this previously late sleeper was woken up at 7am to the shrieks of little men, with only the response of, "I love you, boys." No headlines mentioned Seth's unending patience as the little guys, who want to be JUST LIKE him, weekly "mow" the lawn with him, even though it takes him twice as long as necessary. Not once did they take notice of all the meals provided, the laughs given, the hugs and kisses dispensed, the love immeasurable, unconfined, and endless, but we did. And, to further prove my point, for my babies' daddy, that is all he needs.