It seems to me that Jack lucked out with his dad. Every morning when I wake up, I tell Arch to, “watch the kid, I have to shower,” and I put Jack next to a sleeping Arch.
When I get out of the shower, Jack is somehow all snuggled up in the crook of Arch’s right arm and every morning Arch is looking at him with such love, and such tenderness that it’s *almost* enough to make me forget that I busted my ass on one of Arch’s wayward sneakers walking into the bedroom.
The way Jack screams with delight when Arch tickles him, and the way they make each other laugh (my son has my husband’s sense of humor), it is music to my ears.
Good fathers are hot, plain and simple. My husband, damn, you could fry an egg on him.
Happy Father’s day dude – we love you.
Happy first Father’s Day!
I’d say Archie’s pretty lucky, too.
I love to watch my husband with my son. It makes me smile and feel really, really jealous. The way they are together? It’s just so special, and I know that the way Henry and I are together is different. No one makes my baby laugh so hard as his Poppa. And vice versa.