How Much Your Daddy Loves You

Dear Baby Stella,

I wanted to take a moment and tell you how much your Daddy loves you. When we found out we were going to have you we were both overcome with joy. I will never forget your Dad's excitement that day. I usually only see him that excited when we are waking up in the brisk cold of Colorado because he is ready to snowboard, except he was more excited than that. I’m the planner, so I set into planning mode. We needed to figure out our insurance, the nursery, the room situation, and all of the other logistics that go into having a baby. Your Dad is a “sit back and do what needs to be done-er” , if there is such a thing. I would often say “Zach, can you…?” “Zach, we need to…” and he would jump right on it. Now, what I didn’t mention is that although I am a planner, I’m not very decisive with my new pregnant brain. Well, let’s be honest. I’m not very decisive EVER. So, while I knew that I wanted the nursery painted gray, I didn’t know what shade. So I picked 3. Your Dad painted the different colors, we made our decision and he worked hard to get all the painting done.

3 shades of gray..poor Dad!

 

Your Daddy painting away!

 

 

Next, I wanted to redo a dresser for you. It was an old buffet from my Mother’s kitchen. I loved it and it was antique. I bought 2 different kinds of paints, a new glaze, special brushes, and wax. Once I had the dresser completed I loved it. Your Dad moved it into the nursery. The next day, I decided I didn’t love it in the nursery and he promptly removed it. (Sorry Dad!)

Lastly, we got our crib just in time for Christmas (Thanks Papa Don and Grammy)! We both loved it. Your Dad loved it so much that he put it together twice. After I told him to just put it together in the living room, we realized it wouldn’t fit through the nursery door. Rut Row. So he took it apart and put it back together in the nursery. You have such a handy Dad. Now that you had your new crib I decided that you needed a new dresser to match. I purchased the dresser and your Dad put that together too. He did all of this in the name of LOVE for you because by this point he was NOT loving me. 

Your Daddy and your crib.

 

I sure hope you like it after all that work I did! ;)

 

 

Love,

Momma