My husband took our 3-year-old daughter to her regularly-scheduled gymnastics class. In honor of the mothers of the team, the coach asked each child what their mommy's favorite thing was. "Sophie" said chocolate, "Ben" said flowers, "Grace" said sleep. When it was my daughter's turn, she turned around, took one look at my husband and shouted 'DADDY!
I wasn't there to see this precious moment, but my husband beamed from ear to ear as he recounted the story when he got home. He also mentioned he got a couple of high-fives from other dads in the class.
I'm a longtime listener and expounder of your virtues, and because of that, I'm a very happy woman. Our life is far from glamorous, restful, or calm these days, but even with the beautiful chaos, we are very much in love and lust -- just ask my daughter who innocently and honestly recounted what is true.
Mommy's Favorite Thing