One husband. One fruit bowl. One relentless campaign to be called "Big Daddy."

For years, my husband, Mr. P, has been on a mission to get me to call him Big Daddy. When words alone didn't work, he upped his game with a steady stream of sweet, hilarious, and sometimes eyebrow-raising fruit-bowl messages.

What started as a simple gesture turned into something bigger-a collection of love, laughter, and perfectly-timed punchlines. From over-the-top romantic notes to shameless self-promotion, Mr. P never misses a chance to remind me why he thinks he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. (And honestly? He might not be wrong.)

Inside, you'll find: