I married the best dad of the world, hands down.
Yesterday, around, I don’t know, 2 or 3 in the morming, very dark outside, my son came to my bed. Maybe he was cold. He has an history of somnambulism and we have to be very careful because it’s dangerous if he goes downstairs or open a door and the sound alarm goes on.
So, back to earlier today, right after my son, there he was my husband, who inmediately woke up and got up and follow the kid.
I just love him for that. He is a much better father than I am a mother, could that be?