I’m glad to say that I not only love my husband, but am in love with him more strongly and on more levels than I ever thought possible.
Sure, it was nice when it was just the two of us, no kids, carefree, sleeping in every morning, but now, seeing him with Lindsay, our daughter, the pure outcome of that love, it makes my heart melt and swell with joy at the same time when I see them together.
Barney has been a wonderful father these past five or so months, and even before that actually, helping me to stay on track and healthy while I was pregnant. He helped me through the hard times when Lindsay was born and we’d both be sitting on the couch, crying together from lack of sleep. Barney would simply take Lindsay, kiss me on the cheek, and send me to the bed to catch up on some sleep, even though he was the one who had to go to work the next morning and show some sense of sanity and alertness.
He has shown sides of himself that I didn’t know about, when interacting with Lindsay, and to see her smile at him when he talks to her is the best thing in the world. He reads her Dr. Suess and loves pushing her in her stroller, and always makes dinner when he knows I’ve had a rough day. He also will usually pick Lindsay up, faster than I would when she’s crying, and try to comfort her and play with her. I think some times he ends up doing more than his fair share around here, and for that, I am eternally greatful. He’s a wonderful Husband, and even more wonderful Father.
Thank you sweetie. We love you. Happy Father’s Day.
All I can say is …. wow!