Anything sexier than a good — make that — great — dad?

As far as I’m concerned, there isn’t.

When I look at The BF now, I’m still wowed and blown away by his dashing dark, good looks.

I still wonder how it’s possible to look that beautiful.

Now, there’s even more beautiful to see within his face, his being. That’s Fatherhood, People.

He wears it well. And I really don’t know how I would do this parent thing without him. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to.

Truly, I cannot think of a better father.

He’s so involved with FoH, so into it all. He loves the play, the imagination, the make-believe. He gets down and dirty in the thick of it.

I see so many lack luster dads these days. The ones there but not there. You can’t fake that kind of presence.

I’m overcome with thankfulness that he is ours.