You don’t have to be the best dad in the world — you just have to be their dad.
I say so many things to you, but I rarely say the ones that matter. I ask you to help get Gav dressed or to please let me know if you’ll be home late tonight.
I tell you to have a good day or to do me a favour and get him a bottle.
What I don’t tell you is this:
I can’t live without you — if life is unfair and ruthlessly snatches you from me. I would shrivel up and die.. At least inside.
I love the way that you hold me close and how you won’t let me go, even when you feel me pulling away to do something I should be.
I love sharing parenthood with you, although once in a blue moon I long for nothing more then time to ourselves and how we could stay wrapped up together all weekend.
I can’t perfectly describe how my belly feels on fire when I curl up to the crook of your arm, where my head nestles just right.
I can’t explain to you that all I want in this world is to grow old with you, but I want that to take its time getting there.
And I want you to know that when my eyes are angry and my voice is either numb, silent or piercing and shrill. That I choose you. Over & over again. And I’ll do that forever.
While I don’t know for certain what forever means, I’m certain that my forever and yours are intertwined
While I know I could dream my life away forever, I also happen to know you do nothing more than fulfill my every, wish, hope, need, and each dream I tell you about.
Even the ones I don’t you seem to give me like you knew it was in my mind all along— that is one of the amazing, natural, easy things that comes to you.