When God made dad he made something no man could explain.

I knew her even before I saw her eyes and I felt her before I touched her skin. I prayed for her even before I knew what she wanted, I reached out to drink when she hiccupped inside of me, I sat straight giving her more space to tumble and move, I looked for tiny prints of her fingers as she stretched. Even as her heart beat inside of me nine months were too long to wait to see the most precious gift I was about to receive. I believe I did what I did because she was too close to feel detached too much a part of me to feel anything different.

As I think of this what amazes me is a journey of becoming a father . I watched, He waited patiently till he could feel her move. Only had to imagine how she would be by the stories I would tell. Didn't mind waking up midnights to feel mild movement claimed as kicks. Bought the tiniest thing that would keep her warm, read every line in a baby product, just to make sure there was nothing harmful. All in anticipation of that little helpless princess in his hands.
Finally the day comes with all its regular worries and also comes this unexplainable silver lining - The baby, Our baby
New parents spend sleepless nights, mamma has to but dad does it too. Dad sleeps almost at the edge of the bed to give maximum space to the tiniest being on the bed - consciously and subconsciously. As a mom I feel proud to see her dad wake up in the night feeling cold, first thing he does is pull the comforter on the baby.
He hears her scream and says "ah! that scream is because something she wants is out of her reach" nothing to worry!; and is just is that way. Calls between work to find out of she has eaten and slept well. Drives the car alone in the front seat for years just because baby has to be behind and baby won't sit alone. His heart melts to hear her say "dadda" and little extra honey in the milk or play a little longer at the park or she can simply ask for the moon after that. His eyes will look for even embroidery on my shirt while I carry her..wondering if it would leave an impression on her face. Noisy toys, sound of slurp .. messy houses is all okay - its after all a playground of his little one (was a spotless house once).

How many more things there are that I could write on forever!. All I know that God made a mom in his image because every baby deserves to be loved. It comes naturally to her. What amazes me is the love of a dad..a journey of pure love, a role that is a true calling.

A beautifully knitted life came out of me but an envelope of love with a promise to protect that came out of his – For life.


"This is for my daughter Jiah to read when she grows up to know how much she is loved from the day we knew she existed."