The daddy

I am married to the best man in the world- in my opinion- and our kids think so too. I feel incredibly lucky that my husband is the man who he is. I realize this the most when I watch him with our children.

Tonight I was sitting here in our playroom and the children were huddled on the floor around him. They would jump on him, tickle him, laugh with him, the usual. It was beautiful. But he takes it a step further, he enjoys playing with them. The kids each got out their dolls and stuffed characters and they all sat around having a conversation together. The stuffed bears were surfers, the duck was the mom, and a precarious valley girl surfer was in on the mix as well. Someone decided that daddy should be pregnant with Elmo and a stuffed British Royal Guard teddy bear.

The children get such joy when Daddy is home, at times I feel slightly jealous that I don't get the same reaction, but I am also reminded that this special bond they have is one that they will hold so precious for their whole lives, and I am glad that he can give that to them.