I was born on Father's day.
I will forever be grateful for that. My Dad was so excited to have a baby girl, he even wore a pink dress shirt to church. He was also the one who decided on my name. My mom wasn't so thrilled, she would call me Emily (what she originally wanted to name me) when my Dad would go off to work in the morning.
I love that my Dad had the final say on my name. I guess that was part of his Father's day gift.
Three years ago, Robbie and I had a new baby girl as well. She was 3 days shy of being born on Mother's day. I'm excited to share that special day with her when they fall together.
As I watched Robbie become a Father, I wanted nothing more than for him to follow in my own Dad's footsteps. I know he felt the same way.
My Dad IS Robbie's Dad. He looks up to him in so many ways. Today as he was getting ready for church, he pulled out his pink tie. I could see how proud he was to wear that for his girls.
He loves his girls. So so much. I know he learned part of how to love and raise daughter's from my Dad. When Robbie asked him if he could marry me, the one demand my Dad had of him was to make sure he would take me to the celestial kingdom
I will try my very best to get there Dad... to be with you.
Happy Father's Day.