Within just a few weeks of being married, he won the "best husband of the year award"(according to me). He stayed with me every single night during my two month hospital stay -sleeping on a little blue pull out chair.
Every night when we went to sleep with the glow of the fetal monitors in the background, he said “Goodnight beautiful,” and I thought, “Who me?”
Puffy, swollen, covered in acne, 6 months pregnant with twins, and confined to a hospital bed – and he still thought I was beautiful.
He kept me entertained with movies, "pizza parties," books, and magazines. Every second he was not at work, he kept me company in that lonely room. He brought me meals after I couldn't stand the sight or smell of hospital food anymore. Together we lived in that room, together we worried about the health of our babies, together we watched lots and lots of TV, and ate take out. Together we waited. For nearly two months.
He was the first person to meet and hold our babies; screaming, delicate, and new. He sat with me and our tiny babies in the dark and quiet NICU - day after day- feeding them with great care, talking to them in soft silly voices, and holding them "skin to skin” in an effort to help them grow.
Within just months, I have watched him transform into a husband, and then a father. I have watched him put our little family first every single day, making us a priority. I have watched him sit down on the floor to play with our babies. I have watched him change his fair share of blow out diapers, wipe up spit up (times two), clothe babies (in total dad outfits), and be completely present and amazing in his new role.
He is the one that makes my heart full, the one that turns this journey into a great adventure.