Before my husband and I were actually parents, we figured we would be relatively good at the whole “mom and dad" thing one day. To be honest, we didn't put too much thought into it before it happened.

So when it did happen, we were pleasantly surprised that our assumption was pretty accurate—we were relatively good at this gig. Dare I say, on some days, we can actually be kind of great.

Becoming parents together has changed the way I see my husband. He's still handsome. He's still smart. He's still generous. But now? Now, three beautiful little ladies call him 'Daddy'—and that just does something to my heart. It never gets old hearing them yell, DAAAAAD!' or how they want to call him while he's at work, just to say hi. I don't even get upset when they request him over me—because it's actually really cute.

The love these girls have for this man is unparalleled to any other.

They adore him. The sun rises and sets with him. And if I'd have to guess why, it would be for a few reasons.

His parents raised him to be a good man. Someone who wants to take care of the people around him. Someone who loves deeply and whose loyalty is fierce.

His attitude toward raising girls is exactly what I hoped it would be. He loves his girls—he's not “waiting for his boy." He's teaching them to be kind, strong, compassionate, curious, brave. That they're beautiful—inside and out. That they can do anything, be anything—sky's the limit.

His way of playing is much better than mine. I know that and I'm okay with that. (They think I'm funnier, so there!) He throws them high in the air, flips them around, starts snowball fights, teaches them how to dribble, does tumblesaults with them—basically, they have a ball together.

His way of showing his love to their mother. He's affectionate and complimentary. He is kind and thoughtful. He inspires me every day and encourages me to follow my dreams. He is truly a great example of modeling how someone should love another.

His joy is contagious. He is goofy, silly, funny and adventurous. He's up-for-anything, which works really well in parenthood—because goodness knows we have to be prepared for the twists and turns of this life, don't we?

My 4-year-old has recently become pretty interested in when “Mommy was a bride and she married Daddy." She loves looking at pictures of our wedding and asking questions and saying things like, “I am doing to marry Dad one day, too!"

And while she can't because he's already spoken for and well, because that's just not how things work—I hope she does end up with someone like him.

Because he is kind and considerate.

Because he is gentle and loving.

Because he is a dreamer.

Because he works really, really hard.

Because he is supportive and encouraging.

Because he believes in me sometimes even more than I believe in myself.

Because he makes me feel like I can do anything, be anything.

Because he makes me feel at ease, at home.

Because his love will be with me through it all. The joyous days of parenting when we're watching our newborn smile for the first time or the hard days of parenting when we slept for two hours the whole night and can hardly keep it together.

Because his love is steady and real.

Because he's not perfect—none of us are. But he tries—over and over. Harder and harder. He really listens, to the good stuff and the bad stuff, and he takes that and he tries again.

Because at the end of the day, he just wants to make his girls feel loved.

Sure, his DNA runs through their blood—he is their father. You can see it in their identical (and adorable if I may add) crooked smiles and feel it in the quirks they share like their zest for life...and their zest for...sweets. ?

But—he's so much more than just parts of their DNA makeup. His passion for fatherhood has awarded him the title of 'Dad' and I'm so proud of this man he's become.