Why my husband is a great father

Toy Truck

When I was dating Eloy I had quite a few opportunities to see him with little kids.  But nothing could prepare me for how great of a father he would be for our three little girls.  (We have twins who turn three next month, and a seven month old baby.)

Every night before my husband heads to bed, he always checks on the girls.  For the baby it means turning off her lamp and tucking the blanket around her nice and snug.  If she fell asleep with her lovie on top of her face he gently removes it and puts it within reach.  Can’t forget the kiss!  For the older girls he usually has to carry them back to bed.  For some reason, they fall asleep on the floor.  Before he can tuck them into bed he has to remove the pile of books they have fallen asleep in bed with (or on top of!).  Then he tucks them into bed and gives them a kiss.  I love to stand at the doorway and watch this simple act of love from father to daughters.  It always brings a smile to my face and peace to my heart.  This man loves his little girls and would do anything for them.

The feeling is reciprocated too.  His little girls love him!  Most mornings, Eloy leaves for work before the girls and I wake up.   And every morning the girls ask, “Mom, where’s Daddy?”  Me: “Daddy’s at work.”   And some other time throughout the day, they ask again just to make sure that the answer hasn’t changed.  Sometimes, when I feel that little tinge of annoyance at getting asked the same question again I start acting goofy and say, “Daddy flew to the moon,” which always gets a little giggle from the girls.  They just want to make sure he isn’t going to get away from them, and that he is coming back!

Sometimes when Josephine (our baby) is crying I’ll say out loud to the older girls, “I don’t know why she is so cranky!”  My girls usually respond with, “It’s because she misses her Daddy.”

When Eloy does make it back after work, the girls are so excited to see him.  Tonight, he watched them while I taught a piano lesson and I kept hearing my girls giggle.  I asked him later what was going on and found out he had been doing a puppet show, and making their dolls talk to them.  Other nights it’s truck and car noises.  Every time he does things like that he is making memories for these girls that they are going to cherish for the rest of their lives.

Eloy walks through the door and walks past Josephine, she gets so mad and starts crying until he picks her up.  It is pretty stinking adorable.  When she hears his voice she always perks up.  There have been many times when I swore she was asleep and she hears Eloy’s voice.  What does she do?  Her eyes pop open and she twists her body around trying to find her Daddy.  She loves her Daddy!

Things can get a little crazy with several little kiddos, but I am lucky to have such a great partner to raise these kids with.  I know that work can be stressful for him, and sometimes coming home to crying kids, blowouts, and a cranky wife isn’t easy either.  I just want him to know that his greatness as a father isn’t being overlooked, and I love him more for it.  

I love you Eloy, and thanks for being an amazing father to our three little blessings.


Thank God for good fathers


Photo by ADDROX

Today started out great.  Girls were happy this morning and super cute.  We were rocking out to toddler jams, like “If You’re Happy and You Know It.”  Katherine actually stamped her feet for the first time ever.

And then, partway through lunch, it all switched from 🙂 to WAH!  Got the girls down for a nap (after much crying) and thought we were all clear for a couple hours.

30 minutes after they fell asleep, Layla woke up, crying.  She woke up Katherine and everyone under this roof was crabby.  I remember looking at the clock, which said 2:00PM and all I could think of was, “There are still four more hours until Eloy gets home.”  I got to get out of here!

So, we loaded up and left the house.  Life got better.  🙂 We visited the Panera Bread and shared an orange scone.

We came back home and I had just started fixing supper when Eloy (thankfully) got home.  He took them downstairs and I got a break for over an hour.  I’ll tell you what, that break was a breath of fresh air.  It was exactly what I needed.  I am so grateful that I have a great husband who is such an involved father.  I could hear them giggling  as their Dad chased them up and down the hallway and played cars.

So not only do Moms need their husbands to give them a break, I think the children need a break from their Mommas, and I am thankful that God gave me such a wonderful father for my baby girls.