I never realized that one of the best things about being a mom would be watching my husband be a dad. The moment we had Miss A we looked at each other, eyes full of tears, and I knew our relationship had just gained a new beautiful facet. We came home from the hospital, parents together, and I fell in love with him all over again as I watched him become a dad. He was helpful and I'd cry. He'd help the baby stop crying and I'd cry. I realize I was a mess of hormones and emotions, but I think hormones aside it was truly moving to watch him grow into his new role, to see him in the process of becoming.
And truly, he's the best. I know it's cliche, but he really is the best for me and for our family. It's not surprising that since he balances me in all things, the same is true in parenting. He's firm when I'm gentle. He's calm when I'm high-strung. He's fun when I'm all business. Our kids adore him, and so do I.
I'm so glad we had the chance to celebrate yesterday. He was still in the trenches of parenting with me all day long- it was a busy Sunday- but he wouldn't have it any other way. I love this man. Parenting with him- along with everything else in life- is better together.
Hope you had a great weekend! I'll be back soon with a laundry list of happenings around here.