My husband makes one good Daddy. I can rest assured knowing that he would take very good care of Josh, if ever something happened to me. This evening Josh (who we call "Chunky") is having a very hard time going to sleep. I have tried nursing him and rocking him and doing those kind of Motherly type things. Adam, on the other hand, has read him books and as I write now, he is playing guitar and singing to his little boy. Josh has stopped crying and I can only imagine that he is drifting off to sleep serenaded by his Daddy's strummings. Daddy's voice may not be beautiful or sing in perfect pitch, the strumming is just that, but it is done with love and affection. I am seeing a side of Adam tonight that I had not seen before, and it makes me love him all the more. Tender and kind. Gentle and loving. Family first, even though the Stanley Cup Playoffs are on TV.
Thank you God for my man. Bless him and watch over him. Thank you for giving him to me.
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How beautiful are the feet of those who bring Good News. Isaiah 52:7
4 comments:
Awww, that is very sweet. Thank God for good husbands!
You are right, Bethany. That is a good man who will sing to his baby boy when there is something else going on that otherwise he might hate to miss. You did get a good one. Isn't it awesome to watch our husbands be fathers. It does let us see them in such a different and tender light.
He's a good daddy. Imagine him reading books to the little guy already. Josh is sure to be a genius!
A big AMEM to good husbands. One of the big blessing of my life too.
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