It all started the morning I walked out of that bathroom, stick plastered with a plus sign in hand.
I was crying, in shock, but you couldn’t stop smiling.
I had never seen someone so happy to be a dad. I knew it then.
It happened again a few days after we found out we we’re having a girl.
You realized you didn’t know how to braid and felt that was unacceptable. You asked me to teach you so you could braid your little girl’s hair.
There were many nights of my pregnancy that I fell asleep in your arms while you ran your fingers through my hair, practicing your braiding.
The day I had her, I remember your face so clearly. As I nearly passed out in between pushes, it was your smile, your excitement and the tears in your eyes that kept me going.
I knew I would be delivering her into the arms of a loving father.
You couldn’t wait to care of her. I didn’t change a single diaper in the hospital because you were so ready to be a dad.
I’ve seen it again and again on the countless nights you’ve spent awake with her, comforting her.
I knew it again the night I rushed her to the ER and you left work to meet me there. You showed up with a bag full of fluids and medicine for her because you didn’t trust them to give her what she needed so you were going to make sure she had it.
I see it every time you walk through the door and your face lights up at the very sight of her.
Every time I am reminded of what an amazing father you are I feel so blessed.
Thank you for loving us.