Sometimes you just have to take a step back and say “Man am I lucky to have this guy” and today’s post is all about just that! As previously noted we are excitedly expecting baby number 2 and although just as much of a surprise as baby number one, this time around is a whole lot different, but if there’s one thing that hasn’t changed it’s my inability to not turn into a crazy lady at the drop of the hat. Cue the appreciation post about the husband.
I don’t often talk to much about my partner in crime but being as I’ve been with him a majority of my adult life, he’s truly seen it all and somehow still manages to put up with my antics. A stay at home dad to our awesome little guy, he’s taken over the role of domestic ruler and handles a good chunk of the heavy lifting so I can take on the world and chase my dreams. Recently while looking at the long term plan ahead, I decided to sign on for another six years with the National Gaurd and the god send of a man looked at me and willfully consented to being abandoned with two small children two weeks out of every summer for the next oblivion. Yeah, he’s pretty cool.
My husband also is a killer Dad, like I’m telling you I never thought I’d see the day when a six foot three adult would be crawling around in pop up tents and tunnels playing action figures with the tiny human, but he is absolutely amazing at it. Personally me being someone who is garbage at imaginative play, my husband saves the day every single time with his ability to make superhero noises and play pretend for hours with our little man. Watching him parent makes my heart so happy because he just absolutely dotes on our baby, and I don’t know what I did to deserve such a loving guy to call my better half.
From being the calm to my crazy, he seems to get the parenting things that I struggle with, mainly the whole patience thing, and he always knows when to step in and save the day, or simply fork feed me cake at family functions while I wrestle our tiny terrorist. Just the other day I came home from work and the angel of a man let me nap for I don’t even know how long, uninterrupted, and then proceeded to take over bedtime because he just knew I didn’t have it in me.
I can’t say enough how lucky I am to have a husband who is not only a kick ass Dad, but also an amazing partner, and I feel super guilty to say I don’t give him nearly the credit he deserves on a daily basis. The anchor to my very rocky boat some days, I can always count on him to be consistent and call me beautiful, even on days when beauty is the farthest thing from reality.
I’m not sure if it’s the pregnancy hormones talking, or a guilty conscience for just how lucky I am to have my husband in my life, but here’s to the big guy I call babe, may there never be a day I don’t have you by my side.