Ode to the man in my life

I don't mean to brag...Then again, yes I will.  I have the absolute most sweetest husband in the world.  Just the other night after working 12+ plus hours he still managed enough strength to get up at 3:00 o'clock to change our daughter's pamper and comfort her back to sleep.  When it came time to change her again, we discovered we ran out of diapers.  So honey gets dressed, mind you he has to be at work at 6:30, and goes to the store to buy two boxes of pampers and bring home breakfast for me.  You're probably saying, he's the father that's what he's suppose to do and to that I say you're right, but most of the time he does it better than me, which I can't say for a lot of fathers.  I tell everyone he's really the mother, I was the surrogate. He is Mr. Mom.  My daughter is very blessed to have him as a father.  I'm fortunate to have him as a husband.  He's a man's man, a friend, always giving good advice and always going out of his way to give a helping hand.  Right now he's trying to repair my mother's 14 year-old Nissan Maxima but he's really wishing he could buy her a brand new car.  I do too.