What I love...

Bear with me, I'm going to do a little bragging.

Kris did not grow up around babies or small children for that matter. He was the youngest kid in his family and for a long time the youngest grandchild. He was naturally good with kids, but any age younger than 4yrs made him nervous, and just forget about babies. He had never babysat, changed a diaper, made a bottle and definitely never let anyone or anything puke on him.

Enter baby H...

This baby has changed him. I think his insides actually turned to mush when he held H that first nite...it was all over. Kris said from that moment he knew that he was supposed to do everything in his power to protect and provide for this child.

From the very beginning this has been a team effort. There has not been a moment that we have not shared. Kris has not shied(shy-d, not sure how to spell that one) away from the mess that just comes with babies. And oh my the mess. But thank the Lord, I was not home for the first big blow-out diaper. It was all Kris...all by himself. But I got the text and laughed. Someday I hope to be able to post the video of the second big one...it was Kris' turn then too(yes we took turns) and it was greatness.

He has dressed the baby, even picking out outfits...learning that buttons go in the back.(even though I've been told that boys don't wear outfits.)

But I think my favorite thing has been watching him become a father. Not having a real solid father figure in his own childhood/teenage years I think he was concerned about the kind of father he was going to be...but let me just say...he's wonderful. It's amazing what comes naturally to mothers and fathers alike. Instinct just kicks in right when it's supposed to.

It's amazing what love does.
It's amazing what God does.

I love seeing H light up when Kris walks in the room. I love watching him love on H and kiss that little bald head. I love seeing them on the floor playing together and I love when he says "let me take him" and "where's my boy?."

Correct me if I'm wrong girls, but seeing your husband(or your boyfriend) love on and care for a baby might just be the sexiest thing a man can do...can I say sexy on a blog?

Anyways...I say all that b/c I thought there might be some soon-to-be dad's or soon-to-be foster dad's that are anxious about being a father or having doubts that they're even ready. And to that I say...you'll never be ready. If you wait until you're ready, you won't do it. Just trust that God has made you for this purpose and will give you the skills you need when you need them. You'll be wonderful. Do what comes naturally. Sleep when you can. Pray over that sweet baby. And love more everyday.