Your Pops turned 30 last week (on the 12th) and I've been meaning to publicly wish him a happy birthday. However, our laptop went belly up the day before his birthday so my computer time has been limited.
First off I want to tell you how lucky you are to have such a loving father. He adores both of us girls. And you are very fortunate to be raised in a home with two loving parents who not only love their child but love one another.
During my labor with you, your father stuck by my side. In all of those long 55 hours of labor, there was probably only 45 minutes total that he wasn't by my side (including bathroom breaks). He was my most attentive nurse. Some of things that he did for me include: fetching objects (like a magazine or more water), searching on-line for accupressure points (I left the printed out copy at work) and then doing the pressure points on me, helping me get to the bathroom (with all the equipment I was attached to), rubbing my back and even putting my hair up for me. But most importantly of all he was my never ending support and encouragement. He continued to tell me I could do this and I was awesome and wonderful. (THANK YOU, BRIAN) The great thing is that we both will have comfort in knowing that your Pops is there for us. He loves us, and I mean REALLY LOVES US and he will always take care of us.
BEAMING WITH PRIDE TO YOUR MAMA (AS I REFUEL)
So, to your Pops: Happy Birthday, Darling. I love you. I will still tease you that you are "my old man" (primarily because you call me your old lady) even though you have a body better than most 20 year olds and you still don't have any gray hair.
SUCH A GREAT DAD THAT HE GAVE YOU YOUR 1ST BATH