Now that we have a child of our own, holidays have taken on a new meaning for me. With Father’s Day around the corner I am reflecting on both my own childhood and my current relationship with my partner Andy.
Andy is a lot like my own father in that he isn’t really driven by gifts. Sometimes I think we speak different love languages in that way. He’s not much for a grand gestures, like flowers or surprise parties, but he makes coffee for me each morning, does most of the cooking around here, and always offers to take the baby when he can sense I’m tired out. And it’s those everyday, simple, little acts of kindness that make him such a wonderful father in my eyes. He always has time for our daughter and he’s quick to attend to her needs without complaining. He does lots of the diaper changes, and has often taken her from a restaurant to play outside when she’s getting antsy and left me to finish my meal in peace.