As we're down to our final days of just waiting for our world to change, Jamie and I spent the weekend wondering . . . Was this our last Saturday morning sleeping in with just the sounds of each other? Will it ever be as easy as our Sunday mornings we've been accustomed to together? Did we really mean to do this? Didn't we realize just how good we had it as the two of us? Yes, the thoughts crossed our minds.
But as we celebrated our own dads for Father's Day and as my belly jumped around with the new life that will soon spring upon us, I couldn't help but marvel at the dad I chose for my child. He makes up for where I leave off. Jamie won me over those several years ago with his caretaker by nature. He works hard. He plays hard. He tackles each day with a grateful soul and not a grumble in the sky. The man has a heart like a lion and the tenderness of a kitten. This is the parent we all want to be. Even though I am careening into motherhood with all the anxiousness of a Henny Penny hen, there is no doubt that at least one of us has got this from the start. I know this reflection is a day late, but Happy Future Father's Day, Jamie Weatherford. Our baby boy already has one heck of a dad.
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