Ode to D

A couple of weeks before Ava was born, D mentioned to me that he had never held a baby. Whaaaaat?! I guess it shouldn't have come as a huge shock, considering men don't exactly spring at the chance to hold other people's babies, but still, I was slightly in awe.

Flash forward to the current, and D has held our baby day and night since her arrival. He changes diapers like a pro, and feeds her the bottle a day the pediatrician suggested we introduce since I'm heading back to work so soon like he's been doing it his whole life. I've worked in a lot of households and observed a lot of fathers, and never have I seen one more actively involved with his newborn. He absolutely adores her, and for that, I can honestly say I have never loved him more.

We've never been one of those couples that put on embarassing public displays of affection, or that play the, "No, I love YOU more" game while on the phone. We're a little more low-key than all that, and besides, isn't the affection and love implied? But since Ava was born, D really stepped up to the plate (especially when I couldn't get out of bed initially), and for that, and for giving me this amazing little mini-us, I just want to shout my love for him from the rooftops. I have heard that having a baby can really challenge a marriage/relationship, but so far, all I have found is that I am in complete and utter awe of how he has settled into his new role as father, and how wonderfully loving and helpful he has been in the process.

So here it is, my version of shouting my love from the rooftops: I thought it impossible, but everytime I see you with our daughter, I can honestly say I have never loved you more, and that feeling continues to grow daily. Thank you for this amazing blessing, and for going on this journey with me!