Marcus as a Dad: A Review

It’s been four weeks since Sophie arrived and I’ve been watching this man transform into a father in real time. He Googles everything. “Is it normal for newborns to sneeze this much?” “How many dirty diapers is too many?” “What does that cry mean?” His browser history is basically a parenting encyclopedia.

He holds her like she’s made of the most delicate glass, but also like he never wants to put her down. At 3 AM when she’s fussy and I’m exhausted from feeding her, he’ll take her and sing these completely off-key lullabies that somehow work every single time. “Twinkle twinkle little star” has never sounded worse or more beautiful.

Last night I found them like this - both passed out in the rocking chair after what I’m assuming was another one of his late-night daddy-daughter concerts.

Marcus as a Dad: A Review

I stood in that doorway for probably five full minutes just watching them breathe together. My heart might have actually exploded.

I’m keeping this photo forever. Sophie’s going to see it at her rehearsal dinner someday and understand exactly how much her daddy loved her from day one. Even when he had no idea what he was doing.