Fatherhood

Okay, lets face it. I know nothing about being a father. I mean, I'm learning, but so far I'm well-versed in only a few topics, most of which are somehow tangentially connected with some preexisting man-duty such as "taking out the diapers" (see "taking out the trash"), "packing the diaper bag" (see "packing the car"), and "don't let the dog step on the kid" (see "don't let the dog step on your wife").

Regardless, I have to tell you that being a father is far and away the coolest thing ever. You quickly learn that your impact on your child is dramatic, even from an early age; for example, here I am teaching Ella her first gang signs.

All kidding aside, being a dad is super cool. God has blessed me with a wife willing to stay home and the resources necessary to let that happen, and for both I am eternally grateful. For me, one of the best parts of that luxury is that when I come home in the evening, Ella's always incredibly excited to see a new face, which translates into tons of smiles for me. I guess the realist in me knows that it might just be the change in scenery that affects her mood, but I choose to believe its cause daddy just got home!

So, in late celebration of Father's Day, and in general celebration of how gorgeous my daughter is, here are a few shots I've managed to nab of me and that smiling face (and one of my beautiful wife just for good measure ;-).

Hey - who said a little drool wasn't beautiful?

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