He is a wonderful husband. He treats me like a princess and loves me so much, that I honestly don't know what I did to deserve him. But let me tell you... he is one amazing father! He loves Josiah so much and I know that it physically pains him to leave us five days a week to work at a job he doesn't love. He comes home and first kisses me, then Josiah. He changes clothes (the women he works with wear all sorts of perfumes) then picks up his baby and holds him, feeds him, talks to him, tries to make him laugh and finally puts him to bed. Then he gets up at 3am and feeds him again so I can get some solid sleep even though he is the one who has to get up at 545 to get ready for work. How incredible! I don't know many husbands who do an early morning feeding, so I know how lucky I am. Josiah is so lucky to have him as a daddy.
And I am even more blessed to have him as a husband. Even though I gained an undisclosed amount of weight that no woman would be proud of during pregnancy, he never forgets to tell me how beautiful I am and that he loves my body as it is, stretch marks and all (though he claims he doesn't notice them, which I know he's lying but am grateful he is). He works hard for us. He goes to a job that he doesn't dislike, just doesn't like because it's not something he's passionate about, so that I don't have to work and can stay home with our little guy and not have to put him in daycare, which I am so thankful for. Then on Saturdays he works on his music so that hopefully soon he can just be doing that for a living. He works so hard. And he works often. He has promised that Sundays are his days off and that he won't think about work or music on that day and only devote himself to us. I love that he does that because I know how far behind he is on his music and that he could be working on that when Josiah is sleeping, but he wants to hang out with me instead. Truly, what a great man I am married to... thank you Jesus for this blessing in my life.