Mr. Seven Cherubs

I know Father's Day has been and gone and this blog post is a little late and I really could have got my act together over the weekend to write this a lot earlier to show some love to my wonderful husband and father to my cherubs but I was having such a relaxing weekend spending time with him that I just let it slide and decided to pick it up a couple of days later. So here I am...a little late but that is O.K...because this blog post is for Mr. Seven Cherubs {Matt} and how much I adore him. You have been warned...this is one of those posts :)

This man is special. He is a loving, caring husband and great father to our children. He takes his role to parent seriously. He makes time for our children, he tells bad jokes, he gives big hugs, he frowns when the girls do their hair for the tenth time, he yells at the television when the sport is on and he does all the things a Dad is supposed to do.

He has survived a whole year of no sleep with the birth of our twins when we had four other younger kids to take care of. He patiently followed my crazy schedule I put in place to make surviving possible. He has taken many children out to give me a break and spent way too much money at McDonalds to keep them happy :)

Through having all of our seven children he has graduated from University with two degrees. Amongst all of the sleepless nights and tantrums and bed wetting and vomiting that has taken place over the years, somehow he managed to hand in University assignments, work full-time and pass them all to graduate! 

He is a wonderful example to our boys on what a gentleman needs to be and I love to see him wrestling and having fun with them in the backyard. He also has a great sense of spirituality and loves to talk to them about living a spirit filled life. I know my boys and also my girls look up to him in more ways than one and I especially love how he will never stand up tall to let my kids check to see if they are growing taller than him. 

He has patiently endured many a face slap, a head butt, a sloppy kiss and carried more kids on his shoulders than anyone I know. He has had his hair on his head pulled, hair on his legs pulled, ears pulled and even fingers shoved up his nose and still smiled through the whole parenting journey. He understands that these are small uncomfortable moments that come with being a parent and that they joys far out weigh the bad times.

He has spent more hours than I can count sitting, waiting, protecting and guarding bags, prams, children, hats, towels, swimmers, wallets and picnic food. He has delightfully accepted his role as a father and all the responsibilities that come with it. Over the years we have made many mistakes together and grown into our role as parents together.

Most importantly he has loved me and supported me in all of my crazy, insane ideas and antics over the years. He has always whispered positive encouragement to me and given me wings to fly. Sure he drives me crazy some days, doesn't always understand what I am trying to say and often falls asleep on the lounge, but those things are nothing compared to how kind and loving he treats me and my children. I adore him and know just how blessed I am to have him in my life.

Thank you sweetheart for being such a wonderful husband and father in our family.