I just need to take a moment to talk about this man right here.
My best friend, my travel buddy, my constant, and the best daddy my little girl could ever want, need, or ask for.
Since going back to work full time, my hubby has been staying home with Norah. She hasn’t made it easy, but he’s done such a great job. He’s not just been taking care of our baby. He’s been cooking dinner, doing dishes, cleaning the apartment. He’s been doing everything possible to make my life easier.
And when my first Mother’s Day came around, he made it so special. But, I’ll talk about that more in the blog post I had planned (and actually wrote Mother’s Day evening, to be honest). This post isn’t about Mother’s Day day. It’s about Mother’s Day night.
The night I spent sitting up sick and in pain. The night our baby girl decided she wanted to play instead of sleep.
It was the perfect storm. And who guided us through it? My amazing husband! He took care of me while simultaneously taking care of Norah. He did it all without one complaint, one mumble or grumble about being tired. He really is the best man I could have ever wanted to be my husband. I honestly don’t know how I would make it through this whole life thing without him.
So, while yesterday was Mother’s Day, and it was all about me and Norah, the real hero was my hubby. And I feel like that deserves to be mentioned.