Happy First Father's Day to Jason. One of the reasons I chose to marry Jason was that I thought he'd make a great dad. It's been cool to see that thought come true this year. I love that he's the kind of dad that does diapers (even the dirty ones) and nights (even the long ones). I love that our family is one of his first priorities. And I love that, even though he won't admit it, he's a great big softy when it comes to Maizie.

In love from day one.

Jason's initiation into the "pee on the shirt" hall of fame.

2-month-old Maizie in 3 feet of snow.

There's no resemblence here at all.
I don't think any of this would've been possible without my dad. If it wasn't for him, I don't think I would have known what to look for when picking out a daddy for my own kids. Thank you, Papa, for being a wonderful father and a great grandfather (though I hope you're not an actual great-grandfather for many, many, many, many years to come).