finding new love

Daddy doesn't know that the cardigan goes OVER the dress. In fact, he doesn't even know the difference between a dress and a skirt. He can't remember if he took lil V's paci from school or who she played with that day. He forgets to wash her bottles before bed. But, she's one lucky girl, because she's still got the best daddy in the whole wide world. He's the only one who can make the rocket ship noises just right...that elicit that giggle that's still so rare. He gets the jiggle just right - that perfect sweet spot that soothes that baby cry. He fills the whale tub to just the right level to make the best splashies.

Daddy and I have known each other for 20 years or so. We know who one another is. Yet, we somehow weren't prepared for who'd we become when lil V joined our lives. It was hard. We reacted to some of the stresses in ways that no longer fit into those predictable patterns we'd gotten so used to in eachother. We worried about our love, our relationship. It wasn't the same. Of xourse, it was wonderful to have lil V have made her sweet little way into our family. But what happened to us? So we slowed down, we talked more. We still haven't found ourselves as we were. Mostly because how we were no longer exists. While I mourn those days, we've found something greater. Today, our love is a line, with me at one end, lil V in the middle, and Daddy on the other end. Someday soon, it will be more like a triangle again. But for now, everything I love about him is enmeshed with everything about her. The way she looks at him and gives him a toothless grin when he comes home. How she sits on his chest at night and tells him about her day. How he holds her in the crook of his arm while doing chores around the house. The silly poopy songs he sings to her while changing her diaper. They are my loves, the greatest loves of my life. And the best daddies make the best husbands.