Less ranty this one. All about Daddies. Just one in particular – Sophie’s.
Everyone who knows me knows how happy I am with Husband. He is perfectly imperfect for me and a perfect Daddy for Sophie. In no particular order I am going to make a list of thank-yous just to him ❤
Husband cuddles Sophie whenever HE wants one, regardless of whether SHE does
Husband makes bottles AND sterilises them correctly
Husband does the 2am-morning shift which means Mummy gets a lie in nearly every day!
Husband will laugh his head off at a shitty nappy because the farts and smells still make him laugh
Sophie smiles her head off whenever she spots Daddy
Husband makes up his own stories to entertain her
Husband baths with her and splashes with her just to have skin to skin time
Husband will tirelessly play with Sophie and invent names for her teddies: Gerry Giraffe and Terry Tiger are two!
Husband will bring her into the kitchen in her rocker while he washes up just so she has some company
These are just a few of the things I wanted to list. I see everyday how many women complain that their husbands are uninterested in playing with or interacting with their babies, and that their relationships change when they have a baby.
I feel very blessed and very lucky that Husband feels like I do: he helped create the little creature that is Sophie and he watched her birth, cut her cord and he did her first feed. He was the second person to hold her in her life and they have the most incredible bond. He is every bit as connected to her as I am and I carried her for nine months.
Our relationship has become even stronger, and I wanted to show my appreciation that I have someone like him in my life.
“If I had my life to live all over again, next time I would find you sooner so I could love you longer”