My man has been with me 100% every step of this journey. He has gracefully entered fatherhood by doing things like shouting and hollering when a diaper is particularly smelly, carrying a child at arms length in order to decide what to do with him right after he's pinched the tar out of Dada's inner thigh, and being the first to jump at the offer of a minivan. He works hard all day in order to "Bacon home," as Big Brother puts it, and still hits the ground running when he gets home, where he tackles the dishes while being tackled by toddlers. He gives the boys their baths at night, reads books with them, makes them laugh at the dinner table, and has epic dance parties with them. He has instituted the "two boys" maneuver that is now a staple in our house, and also probably the cause of his recent back injury. Oops.
While his praises as a father could go on, it's his unrelenting husbanding (yes, I just made that a verb) that blows me away. We've had a lot to deal with. And part of what Tim has had to deal with has been The Ugly. I cannot imagine how he could have done this better. He has listened and waited and not tried to fix me. He has made me laugh, been quiet with me, sent me out of the house, and been my best friend. He hasn't pushed me to figure out my junk, but has walked beside me and loved me when I haven't felt very lovable. My words don't do him justice... we're talking husband of the year, here! I think I'll keep him.
The other day when I picked Big Brother up from school his teacher told me he'd been saying, "Daddy love Mama!" That speaks volumes on so many levels.
