This is a picture of my husband the day he became a Daddy.
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Up until this point he had never even held baby, let alone changed a nappy.
He was always cautious and nervous about their frailty and tininess.
He need not have worried. He took to fatherhood like a duck to water.
Then the twins came 15 months later and our lives became whirl winds.
When he realised that we were never going to get them to feed at the same time and that I had not gone to bed for one minute he came up with the plan that he would feed one twin in the night and I would feed the other and each night we would alternate babies, so that we could get some sleep. He did this still going to work the next day, but his argument was I was not sitting around doing nothing, I was working too, with three little ones.
As I write this he is bathing the three of them.
Weekends are his love because they are family time.
But this is the photo that I think represents a man falling in love with his child.
He is devoted
He is a Daddy. He loves it,
….and we love him.