It started in the hospital. I, recovering from a c-section, was strapped to the bed with all sorts of tubes and needles, feeling the effects of the trippy IV pain relief. My brand new daughter was wriggling and fussy and obviously needed a diaper change. My darling husband stepped up to the plate, and having never attempted such a feat before, off came the old diaper and on went the new. No instruction needed, apparently, as he did just fine.
And that was just the start.
Seeing Paul interact with Jadyn makes me love him in a whole new way. He's so fun to watch as he talks to her, makes faces at her, kisses her, and declares over and over how much he wishes someone would pay him just to hang out with her. It does a mother's heart good to know that her husband, the father of her pride and joy, feels the very same way.
And he's great at those 3 AM diaper changes, too.