I wish I had a picture of J with Henry tonight.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays J has marching band rehearsal after school. It ends at 6:30 and the kids are supposed to be picked up directly afterward – once all the instruments and equipment have been put away. However, there’s been one kid all season that’s been repeatedly picked up late. Tonight he was picked up at 7:30 – an hour after practice ended. Henry’s bedtime is also at 7:30. Which means that J didn’t get to say goodnight to Henry.
I was in the process of putting Henry down for the night when J called me to tell me he was finally on his way home. I decided to keep rocking Henry and postpone laying him down in his crib when J said that he was so upset that he missed Henry’s bedtime again. So, for 15 more minutes I rocked Henry in my arms (I’m not complaining), and as soon as J stepped into the nursery I handed the baby over so he could rock him and get a few cuddles in with a sleeping baby.
It’s at this point that I wish I had a camera that could take beautiful pictures in a darkened room without a flash that would wake a sleeping baby. The way that J was holding Henry and looking at him brought tears to my eyes. Love was emanating from him so strongly that it was palpable.
I know that J is worried that he’s a bad Dad because he misses so many bedtimes and is working a lot of the time, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. You can’t be a bad parent when you hold so much love in your heart. And, even though Henry is only 4 months old, I know that he knows that his Dad loves him. And I love him too.
…I wish I had a picture…