Pammy over at lollygaggin posted about her ‘perfect’ man (I know, an oxymoron, but what the hey); I wanted to put in a few good words for my new hubby.
We’ve been together over 8 years now, but are basically newlyweds of 8 months. I married a man who never wanted children, never had children, had actually never been around children or even slept in the same house with children until we met. That was fine with me, since I had already raised my family and certainly didn’t want another one! My youngest daughter was a senior in high school when we first started dating, and my first grandchild was born to my son and his wife shortly after we started seeing each other.
Kevin adjusted well, and tolerated the little ones as best he could.
A couple of years ago we had custody of one of the grandkids due to some family problems. This man of mine stepped up to the plate like a veteran ball player, becoming a father figure for a little boy who had no other such influence in his life.
Now, we have that same little boy and his little sister back in our home for an undetermined length of time. He has again stepped into the batter’s box and so far has hit nothing but grand slam homeruns.
Last night was the icing on the cake. Not only did he take care of them while I got myself ‘beautified’ but he fed them (take out pizza, but food none the less), gave them both their baths and had them ready for bed when I got home. During the night the youngest one fussed on and off all night (maybe from the nutritious dinner?). He got up with her, comforted her and covered her back up as many times as I did.
Sir, I tip my hat to you! 