His patience, when Miles is having a bad day.
The way Miles lights up when he walks in a room.
The lilt of his voice, singing the final strains of a lullaby.
The pure delight in his eyes when Miles reaches for him.
His quiet, sweet cuddles with our son.
His loud, echoing laugh of unbridled joy when Miles says or does something unexpected.
The way he brags about Miles in small ways.
The softness of his voice when we talk about how fast our son is growing.
The gentle firmness with which he disciplines Miles, determined to teach our stubborn son right from wrong.
All he sacrifices, all he gives, all he is for the sake of our son.
These are the things that make my husband the best father imaginable for Miles.