Now, here is my reason for telling you this. Last night the booger got up in the middle of the night coughing and hacking and crying around 2:00 a.m. Mama brought him downstairs and rocked him back to sleep in the recliner, where we both slept for approximately two hours.
The only thing that woke me up was a dream that I couldn't do a physical task because I was too stoved up. Turns out I really was stoved up. These old, aching bones...
Fast forward approximately 6 hours later. Mama starts getting texts about how the little guy has basically been screaming since being dropped off. So guess who goes to pick him up.
Mama.
We come home, I coddle him, I love on him, I stroke his little head, I whisper sweet things in his ears. I fed him bottles, I changed his diapers, I soothed his aches and pains.
Fast forward about seven more hours. Here's what you'd see...
So here's what I'm getting at. It doesn't matter how much you coddle. It doesn't matter if you are the one that picks them up from day care. It doesn't matter if you give up time in your day to "make" food for the kid.
When I comes down to it, if you can't sing old school rap, rough house, or have conversations about what a great golfer the boy will be you get put on the back burner.
Well, not really.
Basically what I'm saying is that Cooper has the best Daddy in the world. The kid loves his Dad. He absolutely adores him. They are like two peas in a pod.
From the day Cooper was born Nate has been a different guy. I've never seen anyone fall in love as quickly as what he did. It melts my heart to see the two of them together. Their love for each other is so obvious that there is no doubt about the strength of it.
I'm blessed to have my little family. I'm blessed to have a husband that is such a great father. I don't know what I did to deserve all of this in my life, but I sure am glad I did it.
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