I love watching Leif with the babies. I love watching him play with them, read to them, snuggle with them. Sometimes I envy his way with them. He's much more patient and calm with them (unless Riley gets food on the rug and couch, or touches his shoe boxes). I watched him comfort Riley early the other morning at 5 when she was upset... Instead of asking me to handle it since he had to go into work early, he simply laid there with her, talking to her and reminding her that it was okay. Instead of falling asleep, I watched and was thankful for this man.
This is one of the things I wanted most out of a husband. Someone who would be a good, loving father. That's what Leif is. It amazes me how much he loves his children. Hearing him boast about them to his friends has to be one of the cutest things. He's such a proud papa. He's always telling our daughter that she's beautiful and loved. Something that is so important for her to hear. He takes time to just sit with Beck and talk to him. Beck never laughs as much as he does when hes with Leif. My kids are so blessed. And I'm a blessed woman to be married to such a man.
I love that Leif is the man I get to have and raise children with. He is the perfect father for our babies.