Dear Dada,

Gosh, where do we even begin. Last Father’s Day we were still in Mommy’s belly waiting to be born. Here we are, 19 weeks old..kicking and hitting each other because we were already squished.

We can’t talk yet, but Mama always says that our first word will be Dada. Then she says ‘whatever’. We don’t know what she means by that, but it makes us giggle every time.

We love having your for our dad. You are so fun and loving and wonderful. Our favorite times of the day are when we wake you up in the morning and when you and Mama put us to bed at night. One day Mama will tell us how our little faces light up the minute we hear your voice when you come home from work and how we squeal with excitement when you come up the stairs, our little legs and arms waving up and down waiting for you to pick us up.

 Thank you Dada for sleeping by my bed while I was sick, keeping me company and making sure I was ok. I didn’t mean to worry you and I feel much better now thanks to all of your love and kisses.

When we were little we used to fall asleep on your chest, cozy and warm. Now we cuddle you in bed and hit you in the face while you try to sleep. It is so much fun!

You are the best Daddy we could ever have! We are so lucky to have you as our Daddy and we love you the most in the whole wide universe.

We love you!!

Love,

Shenzie and Heaten

p.s.

Mama says Happy Father’s Day. She loves you the most and couldn’t ask for a more perfect husband, best friend, and daddy. <3