It’s Father’s Day weekend and I am so excited about writing this blog post to celebrate my hubby’s very first Father’s Day!! My love, this one is for YOU.
It seems like my husband is good at just about everything he puts his mind to…baseball duh, cooking, talking shit when it comes to bowling, golf, shooting pool, video games (basically anything that involves winning or losing he likes to talk a big game), ping pong, cards, etc. etc. etc. He’s just good at a lot of random shit. Quite frankly, it can get on my nerves that I hardly ever beat him at anything besides binge watching Housewives on Bravo and that’s not even a winning type of thing. Anyway, he may be good at a lot of things but watching him become a dad takes the cake. He took on the role of “Tatum’s dad” with such confidence, grace and strength. If I didn’t know better I would think he may have done this before. The day that Tatum entered the world, I saw Tucker in a different light. He seemed older, more gentle, sweeter (if that was ever possible) and in some way he seemed wiser. I held back tears as I watched him cradle Tatum for the first time as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He was meant to be a dad. He is the best dad. Tucker, we are so very very lucky and blessed to call you ours.
I will never forget that it took ELEVEN WEEKS to leave Tucker and Tatum at the house alone. Not because he was scared but because his chest didn’t produce milk and we all know how much of a shit show I was over that damn boob juice. I left on a chilly October day to pick up dry cleaning (yes, that was my alone time) and worried if Tucker would freak out if Tatum cried. No. I got home and we were all just fine. We laughed and after that day I became a functioning member of society again. Tucker knew he would be just fine with the babe by himself and even titled his dad days as “Daddy Daycare”. Now, “Daddy Daycare” takes place at Nordstrom, running errands and coffee dates. I remember Tucker shushing, swaying, singing and walking the house with our little burrito baby who never wanted to sleep. I remember hearing him singing over the monitor “you are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when times are tough” just a little remix on the original version. My heart felt like it could explode because he was finding his own way and singing his own songs. It was the sweetest.
Tucker, you are an incredible dad. Here are just a few of the things that I have loved watching over the past 9.5 months:
- I love Tatum’s laugh when you really get him going. You know, that belly laugh with a little squeal and his dimple on full display. You get the best laughs from him and it makes my heart so happy.
- Since you’ve become a dad you randomly call me “hun”. It is so dad of you and I couldn’t love it more.
- You’ve become more patient no more screaming out of the window during traffic.
- The other day Tatum slept on your chest for a nap and it took me back to the day when he wore the red and white striped onesie and was like 12 pounds. Time is flying.
- You talk about baby proofing the house. I love that.
- I see you as a kid when you show Tatum new things and I see the excitement in your eyes for all of the things to come.
- You’re more protective.
- You stand up for our little family and I adore you for the strength you’ve shown since becoming a dad.
- You are present when you’re with Tatum. You get down on the floor and play. You spend time. That is my favorite.
- “Knock, knock. Who’s there? It’s Taaaaaatum” game when you change his diaper and he knocks on the mirror.
- When Tatum hits his head, gets a little scratch, falls down or whatever it may be that makes me instantly feel bad that I didn’t prevent it…you’re always there to remind me that “he’s all boy” and he will be just fine.
- You’re strong when I am not. You hold things down when I need a minute to breathe.
- #dilf. Enough said. #swag (know where I can get any DY?)
- The fact that you got ME flowers over Father’s Day Weekend just reminds me of how truly thoughtful you are.
- How you always to have to run to the bathroom when it’s time to change Tatum’s bad diapers…I’m on to you on that one but it’s all good.
- Hey, how are you so willing to take 1,000 pictures when it comes to you and Tatum but I am LUCKY to get 2 selfies and never without the huff and puff?!?!
- How we whisper in bed even though we know Tatum is asleep in his own bed and cannot hear us over his white noise machine.
We have made so many memories in a short 9.5 months . The tough times have made the good times even sweeter. The sleepless nights, acid reflux battle, driving in the car for hours on end, pacing and swaying in our pitch black bedroom, the battle of figuring out formula, nervousness of introducing each new food and all of the Googling in between seems like a distant memory. We made it babe!
I admire your strength and your optimism. You always see the good in people and in every situation. I pray that Tatum takes after you in so many ways. You are the best role model. Some day when the baseball days are over we will be grilling out at home and you might even have a dad bod but for now we will cheer you on every Father’s Day in the summer heat in random cities. We couldn’t be more proud of you on the field but more importantly of who you are off of the field. The best dad. The best husband. We love you!!! It’s been the sweetest weekend celebrating you. You deserve the world.
Happy 1st Father’s Day you fine ass baby daddy!!!
Sierra
