Yesterday as I was baking in the kitchen, I heard precious baby in the living room fussing. When I finished was I was doing, I went in to get him and put him down for his nap. I found him sitting in his daddy's lap. His hair was wet so I thought, and even said, "Oh, he's sweating." Jonathan corrected me, and I looked up to see tears running down his face.
As I rocked and nursed sleepy baby, I sat stroking his wet, salty hair and thanking God for that one-of-a-kind man. I thank God for tears which my husband doesn't hold back as he is overwhelmed with love for his son. Jonathan's heart is so deep and complex, I know I am just scratching the surface of understanding it after three years of knowing him. He is a challenge to me. He is a comfort to me. He is an exceptional father. Undoubtedly, Kyle will love him more and more as he grows and learns what a godly man he can call Dad.
Real men cry. I married a real man.
How am I so blessed to live with these two?