Most of us parents are running on fumes and caffeine. We are counting the minutes until nap time. But this guy? When his kid runs toward him with a fistful of wood chips, yelling “Dada!” he looks at her like she just won the Nobel Prize. He doesn’t check his phone. He doesn’t sigh. He just scoops her up and spins her around until they both get dizzy.
It’s patience.
I have a confession to make. It’s a little embarrassing, a little wholesome, and entirely unexpected. 317. Dad Crush
Romance is a man who knows where the spare diapers are. A crush is watching someone be kind when no one is watching (except for the creepy lady in the corner nursing a cold brew, i.e., me).
But he showed up. He tried. And he did it with a gentleness that made me feel like maybe the world isn’t entirely doomed. Most of us parents are running on fumes and caffeine
But thanks for reminding me that the hottest thing a person can wear isn’t a suit.
I was wrong.
His name is Dad.