J to the ARED

J-jumps around the house like a frog, chasing our daughter until she passes out from intense belly laughter or because she ran into the table.

A-always gets up with the babies when I complain at 3am of a headache, bellyache, tired-ache or some other obviously lame excuse.

R-rambles on and laughs hysterically about random stories as loud as he can in restaurants until I start saying,"SHHH!!!" and turn hot pink.

E-every idea I have for the new house, he says,"I can build that!"

D-devours ANY dessert you put in his path!

Jared, 

If the girls could could talk a little better they would tell you how much they adore you! You are the first thing on their minds when the wake up and the last thing on their mind before they sleep. They would tell you how they love to follow you through the trees and find cars buried in the sand box. They would tell you how they love to tackle and tickle you until you run away. You are their hero! You are the man of our house! Thank you for loving our girls as a father should. You tell them how Jesus loves them more than anyone else! You already tell them about how He died just for them to be saved! You tell them how beautiful they are! You encourage their gifts and discipline their faults, all with a deep captivating voice! You are the man that I have dreamed of to lead my family! Bless you today for being a Father who loves his Jesus. Bless you today for surrendering your dreams to the dreams of your children. Bless you for giving up your new guitar money for a girlie toy. We bless you for humbling yourself before us! Bless you for blessing us!

We lu loo!