There are moments in parenthood where you look at your spouse and think, “Damn, you seriously rock at this.”
This morning was one of those moments.
My husband is a guy’s guy. He loves sports. He played lacrosse growing up. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning whenever March Madness begins. I’m not kidding. The guy wakes up on the first day of games singing, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”
And he loves it when our 3 year-old son wants to toss a ball around or tackle him as soon as he walks in the door from work, which is pretty much every single day.
But he also has another side of him that balances that tough sporty guy.
This morning our 5 year-old daughter decided to dress her brother up in a pink mini skirt, ruffled top, hair bows and makeup. My son came bouncing down the stairs with his newly painted pink fingernails happy as could be.
He ran into the kitchen where my husband was eating breakfast, laughing and a smile ear to ear and said, “Look Daddy! I’m a girl!”
I watched my husband in that moment and waited.
Would he roll his eyes? Would he tell him to go change into “boy” clothes?
But I knew exactly what he would do.
He smiled, leaned over and kissed him. Then he patted his head and said, “You are an adorable girl.”
And that folks, is why I think my husband kicks ass.
