I want to tell you a story about BJ to let you know, if you don't already know him, what kind of father he is.
Last year, when I was really pregnant with Claire, and Mary Grace had rotavirus, the doctor prescribed some anti-nausea medicine for her over the phone. We were in the middle of a blizzard. BJ couldn't dig the car out, so he walked over a mile in a blizzard to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription, and then walked home.
Did I mention that he had the virus, too? He walked, sick, through a blizzard, to get Mary Grace's medicine. And when she's a teenager and she screams, "You're ruining my life! I hate you!!" at us, I plan to tattoo that story on her forehead.
I could not have picked a better father for my girls. I love you so much, honey. Happy Father's Day!!