Saturday, June 20, 2009

A Daddy

This afternoon Michael and David were involved in a tickle fight. Michael has been nursing a pretty severe cold, so to say that David's shirt was completely slimed when they were done would not be an understatement. But the best part is that David did not notice the snot bedazzling his top half and nearly walked out the door with the huge streaks of green stuff smeared across his chest.

Ah, the joy of being a daddy. Almost as good as when your two-year-old gets too wiggly during diaper changes and sends a soiled nappy flying dangerously close to your face.

But, whether the moments are good, bad, or completely ridiculous, it has been so much fun to watch David interact with his little boy. I've never seen anyone settle into the role of father so quickly and easily.

For awhile, I couldn't even get him to take his eyes off his newborn son. The picture below is the first one I have of David where he is not staring into Michael's eyes, taken seven days after Michael was born (which means that it took him a full week to respond to my requests to look at the camera).

Fast forward two years and pretty much nothing has changed, except that our little newborn is suddenly huge and using grown-up phrases like, "Excuse me" and "May I have some more, please?"

And, still, I never get tired of watching my husband look into his not-so-little boy's eyes.

Happy Father's Day, David. I love you!

1 comment:

Deonne said...

What a beautiful post! Thanks for loving my brother and appreciating his love as a father. Miss you guys and looking forward to seeing you soon. :)