He really is Super-Dad-Man. Sadly, he does not wear a cape.

I never wondered whether Andrew would be a great dad. He's been doing this kind of stuff for years. (He bonded with the guy that is now his former college roommate over singing Jesus Christ Superstar in the dorm showers. True story.) I knew Andrew would be silly and fun and playful, but also tender and sweet and loving.

And he is all those things and more. He is always willing to do whatever it takes to soothe a fussy baby. He changes all those pesky middle-of-the-night diapers. He wets our reusable wipes, even though it makes the skin on his hands dry out. He stays up late with me when I decide to pump before bed in order to build up my backup milk supply. He mows the grass and washes the dishes. He takes Milo with him to Home Depot or Costco or wherever so I can take a 20-minute parenting break. He makes me feel beautiful, even though my post-baby body is not what I want it to be. He fills up the water bottle that sits by my nursing spot every night and every morning. And he always asks if there is anything else he can do.

No, Andrew. There isn't anything else you can do. You're already being the best dad. Milo clearly adores you (and I do, too).

It is an awesome thing, seeing your husband turn into a father. I wouldn't have guessed it was possible, but I love him even more. Happy First Father's Day, Andrew.