Day 29--My Baby's Daddy

I hijacked this blog from this guy I'm married to named Andrew. On day 2 of this month I posted that I was excited that he passed the bar. Today, I'm still thankful for that, but I am also thankful for the love and acceptance he has for me.

According to Andrew, when we first met I used the "tease and release" method. I liked to hang out with him but I wasn't sure I was ready to date him. It wasn't until I was in Moab with some friends from college and I trashed my knee mountain biking that I thought maybe I actually liked him. He was the first person I wanted to call to complain to about how awful mountain biking is and how much I could not understand why he enjoys it so much.

Once we actually started dating I was pretty sure we would get married and started growing my hair out for the wedding. I made a list in high school of all of the things I wanted in a husband, there were over 30 and Andrew fits every single one.

Now after nearly six and a half years of marriage, two dogs, a baby and several moves, I can't imagine sharing a life with any other person. Andrew gets me. He knows when I am mad. He tolerates the fact that I like to go to bed early and wake up even earlier, he knows when I am being crazy and will make me notice it, and he doesn't criticize my desire to wear sweatpants when I am home on rainy days.

One of the things I most appreciate about him is his support for my desire to run and stay fit. Without Andrew I wouldn't be able to do it. He has always helped me when I am training for a race through training runs, bringing me water, cooking me delicious meals, tolerated my weird appetite after long workouts, and most recently taking care of our little guy. He helps me stay reasonable in my fitness goals and brought back to reality after I tried to train for a 50 miler.


When Ben was born way back in January, my love for Andrew grew even more as I watched him become a dad.

There isn't anything more special than to watch the person that you love more than anything hold the little miracle that is part of both of you. I love that Andrew is such a devoted father to Ben.

 

He never complains about changing diapers (even cloth), loves making Ben laugh and will even get up with him in the middle of the night if I need a break. I love that Ben's face lights up when his daddy comes into the room and Andrew's smile widens when he sees his little boy. I can't wait to watch the two of them play sports together and ride bikes together. I know Andrew is counting down the days until Ben can lace up his first pair of hockey skates and later when we can take him to Deerfoot.

So today, I am thankful for Andrew, the father of the cutest baby ever and the most loving husband a girl could ever hope for.