Daddy. The kids seriously have one of the best. He comes home from sometimes long days of work, and he plays and plays and plays with the kids.
We got a little paper airplane book a few weeks ago, and Carter was intent on making one every 15 minutes or so.
Jeremy did. He made all different kinds of airplanes, and when Carter asked him to fly them off the top of Michael's bed (what the kids call the top bunk - it's where the archangel Michael sleeps to protect them), he didn't hesitate.
When they want to line up cars, he does. When they want to wrestle, giggle, rough house, or scream out all of that energy (much to my disdain), he will do it. (Sometimes I have a hard time with all the noise, ha!)
Yet, he can also be so gentle (and stern when discipline is needed).
When he's not playing with them, he's showing them how important it is to love me. He helps with everything...from the household chores to bathing the little ones. He wakes up first with Sophie in the mornings to give her her bottle. He initiates family prayer time. He chooses to spend his free time with us. He's simply a good, good man.