The best dad I know: the one who was there for me, who took on the crazy task of staying at home for two months with a 3 month old baby so that I can work on my mental health - a task a thousand times more difficult than when they’re nice and grown and almost a year old. He’s the one who never lets me worry about who’s turn it is to change a diaper or an outfit or rock a baby to sleep. He’s the one who dresses Alma in the best, out of the blue outfits. As always, he’s the one who evens out my anxieties, worries and stress 🙏 Happy Father’s Day! I’d shout it out in front of the whole world if I could.