
There are lots of angles I could approach these pictures with. I could talk about how I need to clean my shower doors (it's steam, I swear) or something catty about my husbands farmer's tan. But honestly, my heart swells when I see the two of them all smooshed up in the shower. There is something very gentle about my burly biker man when it comes to bathing the kids. He's always done a better job than my half hearted attempt at another "have to" before bed. He takes time to scrub their hair, under armpits and even cleans out ears while they are warmly wrapped in a fluffy towel. This man loves his kids. He may not have been able to carry them on the inside, but he carries them in his heart everyday.
I do thank God for him. He is the perfect man for me and a wonderful father to our children.