The time I first had to share him was on the day we welcomed our baby boy into the world. On a late May evening, Brian gave a piece of his heart away.
He has always wanted a son. Someone to do boy things with.
Because, apparently, I don't hunt right.
How was I to know that perfume and pearls don't go with camouflage?
From that late night in May, my heart has fallen all over in love with the man I call husband, and who our little person affectionately calls, "Da Da."
Our date nights are a little less frequent. And his blue jeans often have traces of Nilla Wafer crumbs. And our Sunday afternoon naps are now three deep.
And I think that's just the way I like it.
Moments like these,
with Baker fishing from Brian's knee,
and early morning pancake picnics,
and too fast rides on a too big toy
these are the moments I will forever remember.
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