Dear Dan, my sweet husband and Selah’s beloved daddy,
You said it best in a letter you wrote to me for my birthday: we’ve barely had time to breathe lately. We’re six months into this parenting gig, and it has been a whirlwind at a best, a hurricane at worst. Every time we think we have this parenthood thing under control and that we have Selah figured out, she senses our smugness surprises us with something new (or worse, something old—like waking in the middle of the night).
We both needed some time to bond with Selah and truly attach to her as parents. For me, that process was pretty quick, and it makes sense: as her food source, she was attached to my body around the clock for quite some time. But for you, it took a little longer. You loved to snuggle her, you thought she was the most beautiful baby girl in the world, but your bond began to solidify with those first few smiles, and it’s cemented further with each fit of giggles, each time she lights up when we walk into her room in the morning, each time she reaches for your face and rubs her hands on your beard.
You are many, many things to us, but these are a few that rise to the top.