Our journey into parenthood has been, as many would describe their own, WILD. The unpredictable mess and joy of it all has changed my husband and I on how we view the world, the people we want to be, the life we want to build together.
When I married my husband, I knew he was a good man and excellent choice – I like to say that I married up and I feel sorry that he can’t say the same He proved to be a loving husband and an even better father from the moment they held Harrison up for the first time. In that delivery room, I saw the shift in my husband immediately from a husband to a family man. He was hands-on from the very beginning – often times more hands-on than I was. He was patient and gentle with Harrison, always ready to give the next feeding or change the next dirty diaper. He never complained.
As Harrison grew, he turned into more of a Daddy’s Boy and Doug embraced the role. He never puts Harrison off or tells him to wait for later, but rather gets down on the floor with cars and trucks or makes sure they get in one good, final wrestle for the day before bedtime. He’s a firm but gentle discplinarian, always cautious of Harrison’s feelings and his own mood. He comes home from work ready to be with his family, ready for dinner and play and prayers and yes, his wife, even on the hardest days.
Doug, you are everything as a father that I dreamed you would be. Thank you for all you do.
All the reasons I love my man as a father like whoa:
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