It was another too-early morning in our household. At 5:15, she was up. We hoped it was the up-but-going-back-to-sleep kind of up, but no, it was the just-up kind. Who would get up, Daddy with a cold or pregnant Mommy?
To the relief of a grateful Mommy, Daddy got up. He played with her and read to her, and at 7:00, his shift work was over. He took his cold to bed, and ML and I spent some quality time together, reading and eating breakfast.
“Where’s Daddy?” she asked, as she ate the made-to-order chocolate yogurt I mixed up for her.
“He went back to sleep. He got up early with you this morning. He loves you very much.”
“I like him. He’s a very good daddy.”
A very good daddy, indeed.