Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The Perfect Husband
Doesn't exist. Nor does the perfect wife, for that matter. Although I'd say I come pretty close.
To be honest, Scott has several flaws. He doesn't usually notice when the house needs vacuumed. He is sometimes VERY loud when the babies have just nodded off. He doesn't always mow the grass when it needs mowed. He never thinks we need to dust.
But in my mind, he's as close to perfect as you can get. At least on the things that matter. Scott's always been a good husband, but it's the father in him that has really impressed me.
From day one, he has viewed this partnership in parenthood with rigid equality. If he's not working, he's changing diapers, feeding babies and soothing right along with me.
During our stay in the NICU, when they first asked us if we wanted to change Grace's diaper, he stepped right up to the plate. Which is where he has been ever since.
And at 10:30 last night, when I felt so tired I didn't think I could make it through the night, he told me to go to bed. That he would take care of that feeding. For someone who wakes up at 4 a.m. to go to work, that was no small feat.
So, he may not be perfect, but I'd say he comes pretty close.
Posted by Katie at 7:51 PM