My husband is a strong and silent type. He can be stoic until you bring up records or babies and then you will find a face that truly reminds you of a young Santa Claus. His smile, his eyes, his voice, genuine kindness. While he may not, literally, make mountains move, he moves me. When I think I can't, this beautiful soul inspires and drives me. What he doesn't know, is when I look at him, I hear Carpenters love songs.
Recently, as I was going over the photos of these past six months, I noticed something happening. Throughout the photos I spotted an evolution, more of a metamorphisis. I see my husband becoming a dad.
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and well done for noticing too...
ha.
n♥
he seems confident and proud, the perfect papa. it is a wild ride parenting a baby. you aren't sure how anyone else feels about it, not a hundred percent, not even your own partner. but then you watch them with the baby and your heart swoons because you know you are so TOGETHER. it's a beautiful thing to share such love for one little tiny person.
it's one of the sweetest things to observe!
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