I often brag on Kiera… don’t pretend like you haven’t noticed. Today, I am going to brag on my husband. Now, before anyone panics, it isn’t Father’s Day or even close. It’s just your average day.
When Aaron and I got married, we never dreamed of all the obstacles we would face. We went through a lot of trials those first few years; hospital stays, losing a job, a miscarriage, on top of the normal stressors of a married couple. I am thankful that I can say we endured it all. It made us stronger as a couple.
When we found out I was pregnant with Kiera, it was so exciting, but scary at the same time. I had a high-risk pregnancy and had to be on bed rest for a big portion of my pregnancy. Aaron stayed strong through it all. He always managed to be at my side.
My husband never hesitates to stand beside me in battle… or when I volunteer for something. Now, that does not mean he is always happy about it, but he always supports me.As a dad, he is amazing. The day Kiera was born, he was immediately wrapped around her finger. He calmed us both when Kiera would not stop crying from colic. We rode the back roads together late at night when a drive was the only way to get our colicky baby to sleep.
As Kiera has grown, he has adjusted. He is able to put a smile on her face when she wakes up grumpy. Sometimes, it takes a little bit; she did inherit her non-morning attitude from me. Playing Barbie’s is not foreign to him. Although, it is not his favorite game, he never hesitates to get in the floor and play.
He is patient and always gives her positive encouragement whether it is teaching her how to cook or helping her understand something new.
This last weekend is a prime example of what a great dad he is.
On the weekends, if we don’t have to get up early, we take turns getting up and playing with Kiera and letting the other parent sleep a little. This weekend, it was Aaron’s turn to sleep. We had a very busy day Saturday, so Sunday morning; I let him sleep for a while before waking him to get ready for church.
I closed the door to our bedroom so he wouldn’t be disturbed by the movie we watched in the living room. Kiera watched me close the door and reminded me not to wake Daddy up.
After watching the movie for a while, I got up and went to the bathroom to begin getting ready for church. As I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed our bedroom door was open. I glanced in the dark room but didn’t see any movement and closed the door again. I figured one of the dogs had opened the door.
I put Kiera in the bath and went to get coffee for Aaron. I try to bring him coffee when I wake him up. It helps soften the blow of having to get up, unless, I accidentally pour the cup of coffee on him… but that’s a different story. Side note: He has stopped jerking awake at the sound of a coffee mug being placed on the nightstand beside him.
I carried the coffee into the bedroom and walked over to his side of the bed. As I placed the coffee mug down on the nightstand and double-checked that it was indeed on the nightstand, I noticed something off with Aaron.
He was asleep, but he had a visor on his head. Now, I know I am tired when I go to bed, but I am positive I would have noticed him going to sleep in a yellow, plastic visor. On closer inspection, I saw a tiara sitting beside his head, along with a brush and comb.
Suddenly, it all became clear. The open door, the visor and tiara all added up to Kiera. I giggled as I watched him sleep in his yellow flowered visor.
“Honey?” I gently prodded him.
“Mmhmm…” He rubbed his hands over his face and slid the visor off his head.
“I take it Kiera came to visit while I was in the bathroom?” I asked while trying to smother my giggles.
He squinted his eyes at me. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t doing a good job of hiding my smile. “Yes. She did. She came in and fixed my hair. Do you know what it’s like to be woken up with a brush being dragged through your hair and getting hit from time to time with the back of it?”
I shook my head no, afraid to answer for fear of laughing.
He continued on, “Or having a tiara shoved into your scalp while being told to just hold still?”
I couldn’t contain my laughter anymore. My only regret is that I didn’t get a picture before he woke up.
I love these moments. I am so thankful that Kiera has a Daddy who is not afraid of having a tiara shoved into his scalp, playing with Barbie’s or just in general letting her be a girly-girl and playing along.
Thanks honey. Thanks for being our Prince. We love you.
