My husband is a great father. Seriously, he is. He is a make you laugh until you snort, hold you while you cry, coach you in sports, push you to be better but love you regardless kind of dad. His children are his world. I have seen it with our son, Merlin, and I have already seen it with the twins. Watching him as a father is one of the many things that makes me love him as much as I do. It makes me proud to be his wife. Our children are blessed to call him Dad.
Something special has happened since the birth of our twins though. Her name is Briahna. These past 17 days I have seen one of the most beautiful things life has to offer, a father’s love for his daughter. Don’t get me wrong. I know he doesn’t love her more than he loves our sons, he just loves her different. She has done something special to him. When we walk in to her pod, and he sees her in her isolette, his heart lights up. He becomes a different man and I see how, at 17 days old, she has him wrapped around her finger simply by being wrapped around his heart. Sometimes it’s hard to be positive during our situation. Especially with Briahna and the unknown with her hydrocephalus. But when I see the two of them together, my mind eases and my heart sings because I know that having him as a father is exactly what she needs.