Why I chose to start celebrating my husband!

I had no exact measurement of this; he grew up the youngest in his family with no younger relatives. This guy had NEVER changed a diaper in his life! Needless to say, he proved himself well.

The day I found out I was pregnant with our first baby, I was so nervous to tell him. Silly now that I look back on it, but there were so many emotions running through my mind. As soon as I broke the news to him, he was as giddy as I was. Why did I ever doubt he would be anything but? We found out very early, so we agreed that it was our little secret and to not let the news get out. In a matter of days, we were quickly confessing to each other how many people we had already told. We were overflowing with glee and couldn’t hold it in.

Throughout the whole pregnancy, he was right there next to me. We were both convinced we were having a girl, and then at our 20-week ultrasound we were shocked to find out it was a boy! I’m pretty sure Chris already started planning future camping trips, sporting events, and how he was going to teach his son to change a tire before we left the ultrasound room. We were both elated. I got to experience that same excitement when I told him we were having a girl. Something neither of us thought would ever happen. And then again when our third baby was born and he got to announce to the whole delivery room “It’s a boy!”

He’s not the dad that needs to escape to his man cave when the chaos is too much. My husband is the one who learns all the new crazy medical terminology that is foreign to both of us when facing a scary diagnosis in pregnancy. He is the one who can put together pump pieces in a record time (that is a true aphrodisiac right there). He’s the one who’s heart broke as much as mine did when we lost our two angel babies or every month we got a negative pregnancy test.

He’s the one who I’ve never had to feel bad about leaving home with the kids. He actually has as much energy as all of them and loves, LOVES taking them on adventures. If I called up this man right now and said “I’m pregnant… with twins….” he would be the one not freaking out. That’s just how he is. (No honey, I’m not pregnant). At times when I look to him with tired eyes, or I tell him I don’t know how I’m going to do this mommy gig, he’s there, telling me what an amazing mom I am and how lucky our kids are.

She’s not your mother. And not Father’s Day for your husband. He isn’t your father, but this year I realized something that changed my mind. I know for a fact I wouldn’t be the mom I am to my kids without having him by my side as their dad. You see, I need him as much as they need him. And that’s the beautiful thing. We get to do this parenting thing together. Balancing each other out, stepping in when the other one needs a breather, and enjoying these precious moments that have already gone by too fast.