Since bringing Norah Rose home there have been lots of things I’ve thought about to write as my next post. But one thing has kind of stood out as needing to be the first thing to share with the world about life with my daughter.
Her dad.
Dave had the fantastic opportunity to stay home with us for the first 6 weeks of Norah’s life. Not every Dad gets to do this, and he made the most of it. Dave and I aren’t super “PDA” or “lovey dovey” and don’t often share too much about our relationship on social media. But there is nothing like watching a man with his new daughter to make you fall even more in love with someone. Dave and Norah made such a bond so instantly that I was almost jealous. Sure, she would scream at the top of her lungs in order to get to be with me, but that was because I was the food source. She followed him around the apartment with her eyes and then her head very early on, even though he had nothing to offer except himself. But himself proved to be quite enough. He would talk her through the day, narrating everything that was happening while she listened intently, staring into his face. He read stories to her, and showed her the new toys she had. He changed diapers and poopy outfits and took a billion proud pics. And I got to watch him in awe, a 6 foot 2 inch man who had zero experience with new born babies. This was not just a newborn though...this was his daughter, and it was quite clear the role of Dad suited him.
A daddy’s girl from day one. Norah Rose, you are one lucky lady to get to call my man your daddy!
We love you Daddy, and we miss you all day!
