my best boys

I love to watch the beautiful boy.

When he was tiny I would watch him breathe,

barely remembering to breathe myself as I stared in awe at this little creature that I had made.

As he grew I enjoyed watching him look at the world around him.

I loved seeing him learn and discover.

And I would watch him sleep,

looking so small and peaceful and innocent.

But all along the thing which has always given me the biggest kick,

the warmest fuzziest feelings,

the sight most likely to bring hot prickly tears spontaneously to my eyes;

is seeing my beautiful boy with his daddy.

In the very beginning I think our tiny baby scared my husband a bit.

He was tiny, fragile and vulnerable

but also incredibly precious to us.

When he cried it was mummy and her magic milk and calming cuddles that soothed him the best.

And I think, in all honesty, that he longed for the day when his son was big enough to play.

But it still made my heart soar to see them together,

to see my big grown up man,

so completely in love with,

and completely at the mercy of this tiny human

who looked so much like him.

Right from day one my husband would do anything to make his little guy happy.

When we had a particularly bad night with a particularly unhappy newborn,

he took him out for a drive in the car

because he knew he liked it.

Once the beautiful boy started to smile

and then laugh,

he spent all his time trying to earn one of these little gifts.

He'd thrown his little boy in the air,

which resulted in squeals of panic from me,

and squeals of delight from the little air born baby.

And as our beautiful boy has grown

and become a little person in his own right,

the fun they have together has grown.

I am still the favourite person for stopping tears, for soothing and for cuddles,

but no one else on earth gets smile and giggles quite like Daddy.

It is Daddy that he calls for when he wakes in the morning.

It is Daddy who tickles him until he screams and then begs for more.

It is Daddy that makes the best ever human climbing frame and swing.

It is an honour getting to watch them together;

to see the man I love

and the boy I love,

enjoying each other so completely.

It fills me up with pride to see them,

as well as filling up my eyes with those tickly tears.

My husband is fantastic at all he does.

He is an awesome hubby,

who cares for me

and quite frankly let's me get away with murder.

But if it's even possible,

he is an even better Daddy.

I think it's a job he was born to do,

and I love that I got to be the person to give him that job.

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