daddy

I was going to write about how we were in Portland over Father's Day and that's why I didn't put a post up, but really, just like all the other posts I write in my head and never get typed out, it didn't happen because life did. Writing takes time. I have to form all my thoughts into coherent sentences and it's not always easy. Not that it should be, or I expect it to be, but—I barely have time to eat after taking care of all my other priorities and writing in my blog isn't the first thing I want to do when I have a free minute. I'm not really sure why I'm even writing all of this. As if I have a huge readership that are waiting with bated breath for my next post.

Here's what's been floating around in my mind: Cam is a totally awesome father. He's a dream. Sometimes my whole life feels like a dream—I am so lucky. Ok, we're not millionaires yet and that's certainly part of my dream, but Cam and I have such a special, supportive, strong relationship that it makes our life so good.

I remember him telling me, when I was pregnant, that he was going to hold our little girl all the time and I shouldn't get jealous. I didn't really understand what he meant at the time. At the time I thought, "but I want to hold her all the time!" Not realizing how wonderful it is to watch your mate hold your child and see love pouring out of their heart, eyes, mind and know that everything he does is for her.

Most of our friends with children have boys. Cam likes to joke that it takes a certain type of man to be a father to a daughter. He's absolutely right. He knows that he's modeling what a man should be. He takes that role very seriously. I hope that, as Dara grows older, she stays close to her daddy. I want her to feel equally comfortable coming to both of us for advice, to share her thoughts and ideas with and to be comforted.

I love you Cam. Thank you for taking your job so seriously and caring for your women so wonderfully.