|Jonathan recognized his daddy right away. Awake and alert when hubby was talking to him.|
I just want to take a minute here and brag about this guy a little. The bigger of two. I suppose there are many mushy and overly lovely-dovey blog articles flying all over the net but here is another one.
Bear with me.
First of all, I love this guy.
His ability to make me laugh.
His willingness to be there for me. Every time.
His strong beliefs and unwavering convictions.
His few wise words.
His adorable, most sweetest baby talk to our son.
His willingness to sacrifice for our family.
His ability to notice the little things.
His ability to do those little things that matter the most.
His lion-like guard of our family. Of me. Of our boy.
His ability to say the sweetest, most meaningful things looking deep into my eyes, taking my breath away.
But most of all, his natural ability as a father.
The day I found out I was pregnant, I couldn't keep it in. I had these great plans in mind of how I would tell him, but I was in such a shock that it was written all over my face. I had a storm of emotions and a hurricane of thoughts going through me but he was there to let me pour my emotions out.
Mind you, he's not the kind of guy that will be jumping up and down with excitement but he will rejoices in quiet of his heart.
Then the very first ultrasound he was with me. And the second and third. I mean, this guy has been with me every step of the way.
Then when it was time to make the tough decision - induction or no induction - he was so supportive. He didn't rush me or push me towards a decision. He was ever so patient and understanding of my battling mind and never ending "I don't know".
Once in the delivery room he was on the edge of his seat (I could tell) although he breathed tranquil spirit. He calmed me and constantly reminded of my breathing and relaxation techniques.
Then came the moment.
Moment he became a father.
Like with everything, he accepted our son with calm adoration and was present every single moment of the day ever since.
As a right of passage first diaper was on daddy ;-)
Now that we settled into our new life and living with a baby in the house has become somewhat familiar, I realized how much he actually means to me. How I couldn't do it all without him. Without his sweet words of encouragement and reassurance.
He truly is my rock.
Of course, he isn't perfect and there are days when he annoys me and drives me up the wall but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Our life isn't perfect. We have our ups and downs.
We may not have it altogether but together we have it all.