Daddy Time

I never thought I could experience such joy! When Bruce and I started dating, I knew he would be a wonderful husband. After we got married, I knew he would be a wonderful father. But, oh my! "Wonderful" doesn't seem to capture the love he has for his "little guy". (Pausing for eyes to become unclouded)

    

    

We are getting settled into a eat, play, nap routine during the day. Many days, he is tired enough that I could start his bath at 5 o'clock, and he would go down for the night by 5:30. But I couldn't stand the thought of Bruce getting home from work and not getting to play with Alan. They both look forward to it so much. Really. Alan's face lights up when Daddy walks in the door.

     

    

Because of that, I usually get him to take another short nap around 4:30 or 5 so that he will be recharged and ready for his daddy time. This has been working so far, so I hope we can continue it until he gets on a longer, more spaced out nap schedule.

     

     

He is now waking only once in the night to be fed. Every now and again, he will wake twice, but that is becoming a more rare occasion. (Momma must not have filled the tank enough during the day... ) When he wakes for the second time, both Bruce and I have been getting up and staying up with him. This is when Alan is the sweetest! He is a morning person, definitely! 

     

     

To say that I am blessed is an extreme understatement. I have known that my purpose in life is to be a mother. I prayed that God would grant me that opportunity. He heard my heart's cry and put the same passion in my husband's heart as well. By about the 3 year mark in our marriage, Bruce's heart began to tender towards the kids in our life. Those closest to us began to see a difference in him. He would pick up Isaac, (Our sweet, sweet nephew) and read a book to him with no prompting. He also began offering to babysit. It was only a matter of time after these changes occurred that he brought up a family of our own. 

    

Last year, on our drive to Grenada for Labor day weekend, Bruce posed the question that I will remember for the rest of my life. "Are we ready?" After a two hour discussion, we decided that we were. Alan was conceived shortly there-after! 

     

     

All of this to say: God has had his hand on me for many, many years. There is no doubt that he has watched over me and provided safety and support through various trials. I continue to be amazed at his wonder and abundant love for us when I look at my sweet baby boy.