I loved him before I ever thought of him as a father. I never really had doubts, I just wasn't thinking that far ahead.
He wasn't the type to snuggle and coo at our friend's babies. I wondered if he had even held at baby. But the second Noah was born, those worries faded. He gave him his first bath, changed all his diapers, and even whipped up bottles with ease (I had a csection and couldn't do much at first). He shared night time duties with all three boys, even on work nights. I listened to other friends complain at play-dates, about not having any help and thanked my lucky stars I was so blessed.
He is more than a good dad. He is hands on, strong, active, loving, pretty much all the things I would put into a dream dad. He helps with homework, plays football in the evenings, and video games when it's too hot to play.
He is teaching them to be good husbands, by being affectionate, respectful and loving to me. Nothing brings on little boys squeals of disgust like seeming mommy and daddy smooch and every time he tells them, "It is when you DON'T see kissing that you should be upset".
Because they couldn't wait til the actual Father's day, the boys gave him home-made cards and sang him a song they made up just for him. He also got pirate beach stuff and a spanky new phone. The kids aren't the only ones who suck at holding out on gifts.
Happy Father's day to all the wonderful dads out there.