As I write this post, a man is upstairs with a little awake girl. He is patiently lying and waiting for her to go to sleep.
He is her dada.
And my husband.
He is a superhero.
The love I have for him when I see the love he has for our little one is enormous.
It's my favourite role of his by far.
I swoon as I watch them read books together her head nestled in that little spot where it fits on his chest.
My heart aches when I see them laugh together. Playing tigers, tickles, peek a boo.
I feel excited to see this man as a father of two. Twice the love.
I could go on and on.
It's a joy to parent with you my love. You are a keeper and a real fine dada.
Happy Fathers Day.*
I know it's not technically today but we celebrated it because Sunday is a work day.