When we decided to have to children I was prepared to resign to the fact that I would be the sole caregiver. I came to terms with the idea of being the bather, reader, play friend, cook, changer, etc. I just knew that these would be the tasks I would have to add to my never ending list.
I assumed I would be the one in charge of coordinating daycare as well as a back up; I would be the one to take sick days when he was ill. I would essentially be the sole emotional provider to our child.

Was I wasn’t prepared for?

I wasn’t expecting the mornings you’d let me sleep in while you and Carter made breakfast together; nor did I expect the never-ending times the two of you run, play and toss a ball outside. I didn’t expect you to take every opportunity to cramp yourself into a kiddie pool just to see the smile on your child’s face. I wasn’t prepared for the screams of joy coming from the bathroom during bath time; nor did I anticipate you taking bath time on as your one-on-one time with Carter to let me relax for a little.

I always knew you were a great man. But a father? You proved me utterly and completely wrong, in the best way possible. You’ve truly out-done yourself. You’re amazing! Your unconditional love is so apparent when I catch you watching him. The laughs and hugs you two share are memories I will cherish forever. Though sometimes you tend to over-react I know that you’d never, ever let something happen to him. I know that you will be a very involved parent and love him no matter the life choice he makes.

For all that and more, I am truly glad you’re my baby’s daddy.

Happy Father’s Day Daddies!