A Great Daddy

When I got engaged, I wanted kids. At the time, however, those kids were a passing thought, a future project, something to think about… someday. When our Pastor asked us if, when and how many children we might want, my husband and I agreed: two kids after we were married for two years.

It was my husband that brought the subject up 6 months into our marriage. We were a little bit “older” when we got married and decided that if we really wanted children it might be prudent to try for them sooner, rather than later.

I was confident that my husband would make a great Daddy. I’d watched him with his nephews and with our friends’ babies. He spent most of our wedding reception holding babies and dancing with toddlers. His love for children was plain to see.

I was less confident of myself. Although I was in my late 20s, I felt like a kid in many ways. I didn’t know if I could be someone’s Mommy yet. Still, my husband’s grandfather would ask every time he saw me: “You got a bun in the oven yet?”

I found out I was pregnant less than one month after his grandfather died.

During my pregnancy, my husband was already confirming my suspicions that he would be a great Daddy. He indulged my cravings for chocolate mini donuts and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Blizzards. He grilled brats for supper at least once a week. He was willing to run to the store in the wee hours of the morning and scour the shelves for a pregnancy-safe cold medication. He procured a chair at every gathering. He walked with me when the baby refused to emerge at the due date. He gave me a Mother and Child pendant when I was less than 12 weeks pregnant and not showing except in my head… he knew I was already a Mommy.

When our daughter arrived via emergent c-section he pretended he wasn’t terrified.

From the day our kids were born, he’s changed their diapers, given them baths and read bedtime stories. He gets up with the kids on the weekends so I can sleep in. He goes to work every day (even though he’d rather stay with his kids) so that I can stay home with our children full-time.

He puts up with my crap. (both the “things” that I tend to keep and my weird habits and ornery attitude.)

He is in this parenthood and husband-thing for the long haul. He puts the effort into it that is needed (that many seem to think is unnecessary these days.)

Oh, and he’s MINE…so back off!

Heather is Mom to 2 children, M who is 4, and K who is 2. Heather’s mind contains random thoughts and she feels compelled to share them with strangers via her blog. Her husband, Craig, has the best dimples and he’s a great Daddy too.  Thanks to Chelle for letting me crash her blog today.

This post is part of the June Blog Exchange. This month we’re writing about Dads. You can find me at Heather’s site today, and the full list of participants can be found by clicking here.

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