It’s almost a cliche to say that you love your significant other so much more when you watch them parent your children. But oh my goodness it’s true. Seeing BB with our children – giving them bottles or changing their diapers or napping with them or taking them for walks or playing with them – makes my heart feel like it’s trying to bust out of my chest. Every morning when I get the girls up, they practically fall out of my arms looking for him. On the weekend, when he works the most, it’s a constant refrain of DADADADADADADA. He’s silly and playful and snuggly for them. They love their daddy, and their daddy loves them. And I love them all that much more because of it.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
Happy Father’s Day.