Getting on a plane from a place I needed to be this weekend, but I missed being home for Father's Day and can't let the plane take off without putting this into the void...I fell in love with this man watching him tend to his boys on a blind group date at a restaurant. The way he loved them? It was mesmerizing. And on our second date, he admitted, "this might be weird, but I was the teen boy who wanted nothing more than to grow up and be a dad." To a girl who spent her 9-year-old free time circling the prettiest crib comforters in the JC Penney catalogue and journaling possible names for future children, I knew we were soulmates. He loves babies like I do. And when marriage is hard and our differences feel overwhelming, it is this scene here that always brings me home. Happy Father's Day to the man who keeps our electrical outlets covered, car seat straps properly positioned and pool gate lock quadruple checked. Fatherhood looks so good on you.