Today is Dan's 27th birthday, which means that he has to stop calling me an old lady. I'm six months older than him, and he really enjoys the part of the year when he can refer to me as old. But it's over now. We're both the same amount of old, and I think 27 is going to be a big year for both of us, since this is the age we'll be when we become (cue the weighty-sounding music) .... Parents.

It's funny, but it's harder for me to picture myself as a mom than it is for me to picture Dan as a dad. I've always known Dan was going to make a great dad. He's wonderful with kids and genuinely enjoys spending time with them. And as several people at our church can confirm, kids really gravitate to him. I think it's because he just understands what kids would like to do more than most adults do. I'm not proud of this, since I think craft-type stuff is supposed to be something that women are just naturally good at, but after four years of leading the three-to-six-year-old Wednesday night Pioneer Clubs class at our church, the number of fun crafts and activities that I have planned for those evenings is far outweighed by the countless ones that Dan planned, bought supplies for, and led the kids in doing. After a while, it became obvious that his ideas were consistently better than mine, so he took over that aspect of the class entirely and I just helped the kids man their glue sticks and glitter. Dan can tell you about 25 things you can make with popsicle sticks without seeming at all un-manly. I love that.

So today, I am happy that Dan was born, that he is my husband, and that he is going to be Kate's daddy. We're very blessed girls to have a man like him.