He is so nervous about getting us dressed and to church on time, that we’re ready an hour early–just enough time to play in the yard in our Sunday clothes.(And notice he even did my bow!)
And he knows that a girl needs a chocolate covered doughnut too.
He indulges my need to be a princess.
Even after Krispy Kreme, he still takes me to McDonald’s for lunch.
And it’s soooo good.
He understands that, sometimes, it’s hard when you don’t get your way.
He lets me go down the slide as many times as I want to.
Mainly, he is a good Papa, and we are all so thankful for him.
(By the way, don’t think that Kendall was there to help him with all of that. I just loved this picture of the two of them from the day she moved in to Auburn.)