Lilah has always been what I would describe as a Mama's girl. Historically, I have always been the one that she runs to for help with an unsolvable problem, to bestow a healing kiss on an owie, or give a comforting cuddle. To his credit, the Hubs has remained, for the most part, unfazed by this preference. However, now that she is almost two, I see the tide starting to turn. She is accepting Daddy's help and requesting his presence more and more, and I find it incrediblyy heartwarming. He's the fun guy, the more laid-back parent; and the one who can throw her high in the sky and hoist her on his shoulders. I mean, who wouldn't want to play with this guy?
To the man I am lucky enough to call my baby daddy: Thank you for being you - your laid-back, hands-on, organized, cooking, cleaning, diaper-changing, fun-loving self!
