8 July 2012
I found Darien sitting in the nursery with Madison in arms and Abby getting ready to run a crawling race. She hasn't started yet, but it won't be long. Most people would be surprised to see how is he with them. He's not the snarky, smart mouthed journalist with our daughters. He's just Da, sitting with his girls. He changes diapers, walks the floor, and does all those things every good father should. He might argue as to whether or not good applies, I'll knock the lights out of anyone that says he isn't!
Given all that has happened, I believe Dare finds solace and comfort in being with our girls. We have that baby monitor contraption in the bedroom and I awoke to hear him singing. Maybe singing isn't the right word, Darien was uttering something nonsensical and off key to the babies! I didn't recognize the language, Aboriginal, perhaps? And only we might ever know! That is probably a good thing, though. Wouldn't want some folk to think he's gone soft and ruin his bad boy image. The girls were laughing and that is good. There are few sounds as beautiful to the ear as a child's happy laughter.
I think it's time to learn to swim. I know now why I never learned despite never having had an actual fear of water. Soon would be a good time for that trip to Arcadia. I already sent a cleaning crew out to spruce up our place there. I wonder what he'll say to that ....and, when we get there, to my request for swimming lessons.
I found Darien sitting in the nursery with Madison in arms and Abby getting ready to run a crawling race. She hasn't started yet, but it won't be long. Most people would be surprised to see how is he with them. He's not the snarky, smart mouthed journalist with our daughters. He's just Da, sitting with his girls. He changes diapers, walks the floor, and does all those things every good father should. He might argue as to whether or not good applies, I'll knock the lights out of anyone that says he isn't!
Given all that has happened, I believe Dare finds solace and comfort in being with our girls. We have that baby monitor contraption in the bedroom and I awoke to hear him singing. Maybe singing isn't the right word, Darien was uttering something nonsensical and off key to the babies! I didn't recognize the language, Aboriginal, perhaps? And only we might ever know! That is probably a good thing, though. Wouldn't want some folk to think he's gone soft and ruin his bad boy image. The girls were laughing and that is good. There are few sounds as beautiful to the ear as a child's happy laughter.
I think it's time to learn to swim. I know now why I never learned despite never having had an actual fear of water. Soon would be a good time for that trip to Arcadia. I already sent a cleaning crew out to spruce up our place there. I wonder what he'll say to that ....and, when we get there, to my request for swimming lessons.