The Best

Had a super long crazy day yesterday - 2 baby blessings that we were lucky enough to be invited to and attend (2 beautiful little girls) but made for a seriously loco day. (It didn't help that we were up all night partying it hard with J & G - pictures will be coming shortly).
I was exhausted, and as I was putting Lo to bed and going through the routine:

prayers
climb into bed (sometimes takes forever when she's being a butt)
read Milly Moo
read Rainbow Rob
sing series of nursery rhymes from stupid little book
turn on frog (humidifier)
turn on music
"love you" - "love you too, Mom"
kiss "on my mouf"
"lay down on your tummy"
"I'll see you in the morning"
"I'll leave the door open"
*Mothers of a 2 year old know this routine is very important

I have to do the routine alone after prayers and climb into bed because she just goes down a lot easier if I do the rest alone. Too attached to Daddy.
I finished the routine (15 minutes later) and came into the kitchen, where Bryan was unloading/reloading the dishwasher. I came over and tried to help, he told me to just go relax, he wanted to do it so that when I woke up in the morning it was one less thing for me to do.
Bryan is the best. On our crazy Sunday, he got both of the girls ready, start to finish, breakfast and bottle, curlies and bows, because I got up a lttle later than I should and was busy getting my own self ready. I never have to ask him to change a diaper or do anything with the kids. He is a better father than I ever imagined, and the best husband I could ask for.
Thanks honey, I know you won't read this because, well, you don't read this.
I love you and appreciate you so much, thank you for making my life so much easier.