Originally published 2/22/2019 at 6:22am
Early this morning, between 3 and 5 am, I brought Madeleine into the nursery for a feeding and saw Darth Vader. Madeleine’s Darth Vader teddy bear was no longer in the swing, where it had been used as practice for weeks as a stand-in baby. Darth Vader had been relocated to the changing table. Then I knew that you had tried the swing during Madeleine’s last fussy spell, when I asked you to take over the burping. You didn’t hesitate, and I got another wonderful two or three hours of sleep. Later you told me that you spent an hour and a half getting her to calm down, and the swing worked.
You have been so amazing this week. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. When I can’t think or even hold my head up straight, I know I can count on you to figure out what Madeleine needs next. Thank God you have been able to sleep so one of us has some brain cells. I’ve been too ecstatic about this new blessing in our life to properly sleep, but I’m catching up.
I love you more every minute that I see you with Madeleine. Which is crazy because I loved you SO MUCH before. You’re my favorite. And Madeleine is my favorite. They’re both favorites.
You and Madeleine are evidence of God’s love for me. I have been thanking God for you. And thanking God that I get to witness you becoming such a wonderful, loving Daddy. Or paPa.
You’re not big on being the center of attention, so I hope you don’t mind this post. I just want everyone to know what I know. You’re the best and I love you. No, no, no, no, no. You don’t understand. You’re the best.