Super Daddy Weekend
Anytime my husband gets a three day weekend - like this weekend - we call it a super daddy weekend. I love having him around. He is such a great husband and father. I feel very lucky. I hear about husbands and wives fighting constantly, husbands not appreciating what their wives do from day to day. Wives being too demanding, not "trying" after the wedding bells. Our relationship is truly a give and take. We communicate so well. I hate being around women who are bitching about their partners - when they all look to me to start with my bitching - I have nothing to say.
He is also a good dad. He changes Ansons diapers, plays with him (currently trying to help him to learn how to roll over) and he loves to snuggle Anson. He doesn't see Anson as some burden, as other Dads might do. And I knew even before we chose to have a baby that he would be a great, caring Dad.
Today we went grocery shopping. It was super cold so Mark dropped Anson and I off in front of the store. When we were done he had us wait inside for him to put the groceries in the car and he picked us up right in front of the store. I didn't have to ask for this - he just did it.
I just feel so lucky.
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