mellybrelly | my husband

I probably don't brag about him enough on here.

He packs my diaper bag for me.
He always makes sure my water bottle is full of water.
He makes our bed every day.
He cleans the kitchen every night.
He takes out the garbage without being asked.
He gasses up the car.
He mows the lawn.
He does all the laundry.
He changes cloth diapers. He WASHES cloth diapers.
He lets me sleep in when I ask him.
He tucks a pillow behind my back in the middle of the night, when I'm sitting up nursing.
He is gentle.
He is funny.
He is awful in that way that makes me laugh. His sense of humour matches mine well.
He is loving.
He is considerate.
He is usually pretty patient.
He loves his children.
He reads to Paxton.
He talks with Reagan.
He hugs his kids. He hugs me.
He backs me up in parenting.
He isn't perfect, thank goodness.
He supports me and is supportive of me.
He let me be a stay at home mom, which was my dream.
He encourages me to go home to see my family.
He writes the best messages in cards.
He has great style.
He's handsome.
He's sexy.
He loves me, and people can see it.
His kids are not afraid of him.
His kids adore him.
He sacrifices for his children.
He takes the high road for his daughter.
He is just a really great guy.

One of the things that made me fall in love with him was the way he hugged Reagan when she was crying and throwing a fit, as a little four year old. He was just so gentle with her. I love my dad and he's a great dad, but I don't think he would have ever just stopped and hugged me when I was freaking out. I knew I wanted that kind of a partner, and that kind of father for my kids. I know he'll give Paxton the same kind of gentle kindness and patience he gave to Reagan. I'm grateful to have him as a husband and best friend and dad to my kids.

Tim with 4 year old Reagan