It is 2:00 in the morning, and my
daughter is crying. I take a deep breath and start the five minute rule: If my
daughter isn’t asleep in five minutes, I will go to her. It works and minutes
later the quiet of the early morning returns. A little after 4:00 a.m. she is
crying once again which is highly unusual, “she must be sick,” I think. In a
few hours, I will be getting ready for a long business trip. Knowing this,
my husband gets out of bed and walks to my daughter’s room. Half asleep, I call out instructions for
calming my upset child, but he has already left.
Moments later silence returns,
and I feel my husband crawl back into bed. Now I’m impressed. That was fast! I hear a soft sigh of
contentment and rollover to see my daughter resting comfortably on my husband’s
chest. I grin and think, “my husband the softy” while secretly appreciating
that my daughter is in bed with us safe and sound.
It is funny how often I find
myself feeling grateful to have married this man; this handsome and loving man.
A man that came into my life at the perfect time and brought me joy beyond
measure. This is the man that I will happily spend the rest of my life with.
Even better, and that is pretty remarkable, my wonderful husband is also an
incredible father. The perfect balance of gentleness and firm, he is the type
of father and role model that you would select if given the choice in advance.
Patient, kind, thoughtful and stern only when absolutely necessary, he is all
of these things and more.
After a tiring week of travel, I
am home. I walk in through the back door and hear my family, but they do not
hear me. Seizing the opportunity, I tip-toe into the room, stand where I cannot
be detected, and listen to the exchange between my husband and children. My
husband is entrenched in some sort of make believe universe, his voice
high-pitched and magically transformed. I peek around the corner and see his body
out-stretched on the floor with his fingers clutching one of our children’s
toys. My children lay on their bellies beside him fully enthralled and happy. I
close my eyes and feel love wash over me. What a lucky
girl I am.
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