When Josh was younger and envisioned becoming a father, I'm sure he imagined all the things he would do with his sons. Camping trips. Hunting trips. Sports. Playing catch. Tinkering around in the garage.
While we still do a lot of those things as a family and he still introduces a lot of his "boy stuff" to the girls...I'm sure he didn't picture his life out numbered by little girls. As soon as Luke is old enough to handle long hunting trips, I'm sure that he and Josh will be disappearing into the woods, to escape the estrogen imbalance in our house.
What I love, is catching glimpses of the Dad that he is, despite not having the house full of boys that we assumed we'd end up with. I married a man that will let his daughters paint his fingernails, do his hair and put lip gloss on him. I married a man that still hasn't mastered the art of a pony tail, but he's figured out complicated Barbie clothes. I married a man who will sit on the floor and play at their level, even if it's not an activity that he would choose to be doing.
I love that I married a man that is so involved in his children's lives. I love that he puts them first, above all other things. It's important to him, that they know how much they are loved and how proud he is, of them.
I love that I married a man, who sometimes, under his work boots and socks...is sporting a big toe covered in purple fingernail polish. :)