Sometimes I’m at the end of my rope. At those times I am incredibly blessed to have married the man I did.
Jed and I met in college. We were both in Wildlife Science and both found each other attractive. When he asked me out to dinner I said yes and when he was basically perfect for the subsequent dates he sealed the deal. After a somewhat tumultuous relationship (I’m crazy and have been for some years), we were married in 2009. I’ve always found him attractive (excepting a few moments filled with farting at the table), but seeing him as a father has made me appreciate him so much more.
He loves interacting with the twins. He loves snuggling them, playing with them, reading to them, and discovering new skills that they have mastered. He and Clara are especially close. When she falls down or feels yucky she turns to him 9 times out of 10. Cormac is a mama’s boy, but he loves playing with his “dada.”
He’s also very good to me. He’s stable when I’m moody and makes me popcorn when nothing else will suffice. He eats quiche multiple times a month without whining too much and loves me more than I deserve.
I didn’t marry him because I saw all this paternal potential though. I married him because he’s a good man and sexy as hell. He’s honest, hard working, fair, diplomatic, deliberative, intelligent and has great penmanship. Now all that added to caring, babywearing, toddler snuggling, lactavist, no cry it out, sweetheart daddy and I’m completely stunned by what a good choice I made. Or maybe what a good choice he made.
You’re a good man, Jedediah. I’ve always been proud to be your wife and I’m even more proud to be the mother of your children.