“You’re My Favorite” is something my husband and I have always said to each other. Of course we also say “I love you” but “you’re my favorite” is also part of our regular mushy mushy dialogue. When I was pregnant I heard over and over and over again “when you hold that little girl you will experience a love like you’ve never felt before.” I have to say, this actually worried me a little. Somehow I felt that if I loved her like I’ve never loved anyone before that it would mean that I had to love my husband less. I can’t quiet explain the reasoning behind why I felt that way, but it’s what stood out to me the most. I swore up and down that my husband would continue to be my favorite! No one would ever replace his status as my favorite person.
Over the last eleven weeks I’ve spent time reflecting on my love for my husband and my daughter and I’ve come to the conclusion that I love them equally and they are both my favorite. He is my favorite husband and she is my favorite daughter. They each hold a very special place in my heart but I can honestly say that I don’t love her more than him. Does that make me a bad mom? I didn’t experience some great awakening within my heart that suddenly burst open when she entered my world. Don’t get me wrong, I love her to the moon and back, but I also love my husband to the moon and back. And it feels like the same kind of love to me. So there it is, I have two favorites and I love them equally.
All that said, watching my husband turn in to a daddy has actually made my love for him grow even deeper. To see him look at her, care for her, the way he talks to her, he is an amazing daddy. I know that I haven’t been replaced as his favorite; the love in his eyes for her is the love I see in his eyes when he looks at me. We are his girls and this makes us two very lucky ladies!
To all the amazing daddies and husbands out there, Delicately Balancing Life wishes you a very Happy Father’s Day!