My daddy and me

For someone who two weeks ago had never changed a diaper and looked a bit like he was handling a bomb when handed a baby, Jeff has taken quite quickly and naturally to fatherhood.

In fact, he’s probably changed more diapers than I have in the past twelve days.

He’s taken the late night fussy shift so I can get some sleep, as well as forced me upstairs for naps.

He’s folded laundry, cleaned the kitchen, and comforted his slightly very hormonal wife.

He’s insisted on hairbows and run to get one whenever visitors come to call.

He’s burped, and swaddled, and rocked, and cradled.

He willingly donned the requested outfit and posed for countless photographs without a word of complaint.

He’s created more nicknames for our little one than most collect in a lifetime.

During one of the busiest seasons at work, he made the decision to be home for two weeks.

And made his wife fall even more madly in love with him.

Miss Eliana, you do not know how blessed we are. One thing is for certain, though, we sure are going to miss Daddy when he goes back to work next week.