You're stuck with us, honey.

You're stuck with these bright eyes that look just like yours. These eyes that watch from the window as you can come and go. He hears the squeaky belts on your truck as you pull into the driveway an runs yelling, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" You're stuck with this wild one who stands like a flamingo, loves "excavaaaaaayyys" (excavators), wants to hold his brother all the time, eats more than you, and says "Owwww" (I love you) all the time.
And you're stuck with this munchkin, who we're just getting to know. So far he's been mellow though, and likes to sleep in the nook of your arm and when you give him a warm bath.

And you're stuck with me too, sweetheart. All my emotional outbursts, gassy eruptions, irrational rantings. But you've learned pretty well how to handle me. You know to to save me the last bite, even if I've eaten almost the whole thing, or I'll blame you for "eating it all." You know to pack snacks and bring water when we leave the house. You know I like to lay in bed after a shower even if I'm dripping wet. You know me and I'm so lucky for that. You're a great dad.