Well, as seen here, my husband is anything but the typical father of the day’s of old. Nope. No 1950’s Dad would be caught carrying a diaper bag, wearing a baby (with a flower blanket tucked in there for Elizabeth’s comfort no less) hiking with his little ones.Â
And I could never be more grateful for it!!!!!
This week my dear husband was out of town with his brothers and his own Dad hiking in the Colorado mountains. Quite the manly trip. 
 I mean while stayed at home with the kids this week. I liked to think that I would have everything under control and things would be fine.. but when it came right down to it, I really needed my modern man around the house! He’s my source of adult conversation, the doctor when the kids take a fall, and the amazing baby whisperer (you laugh now, but seriously, you should hand this man a crying baby at 3 am… he should be a national treasure!!) in the dark of night. He’s the play horse for the kids, our personal Mr. Fixit when something is broken and a warm arm to snuggle up in when a little one is too tired to make it to bed.  All this and so much more.Â
So I say no laughter about the diaper bag toting, baby wearing dads out there! Because behind him is a family that appreciates him more than maybe even he could ever know.
