Ryan’s birthday is pretty monumental to our baby journey. Last year, on his birthday, Ryan came into the kitchen while I was loading the dishwasher (obviously, we had very exciting birthday plans on his actual birthday — cool your jets, though, I took him to an amazing steak dinner later that week) and announced that he was “ready to have a baby.”
I believe his exact words were, “I’m 28, and I need to be a Dad now.” Well, sorry you didn’t get that accomplished in your 28th year of life, honey, but we’re pretty close.
Ryan and I have always been very open to wanting children. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was one of the first things we talked about when we began dating. In fact, Charlotte’s name was picked out and ready to go before we were even a couple, at least on my part. It’s just always been something we’ve been on the same page about.
This whole journey so far has been easy on both of us because we’ve wanted this the same amount — a baby, a family, a “settling down” of sorts. He hasn’t had any freak out moments or spirals into child-like behavior. When I ask him if he’s scared or anxious about being a dad and having a baby, he gives me a look like I’m crazy.
Simply put, Ryan was made to be a dad. And I’m so thankful that this amazing person is going to be the Dad to MY daughter. I already know he’ll do anything for her and for me, and because I have this caliber of person beside me, I’m not afraid or anxious for parenthood either. We’re going to be awesome at this, and it’s mostly because of Ryan.
So happy birthday, honey — I’m so glad you were born, and I’m so thankful that you are mine for the rest of your birthdays.