I've mentioned it before but I'll say it again; my husband is a badass, leather-wearing, gun-toting biker and sports a full, grizzly beard that he is extremely proud of.
Yesterday I woke up on the hospital couch in Son's room without him noticing. I laid quietly with one eye open while watching him interact with our baby.
Son has a music/projector box that came with three simple spinning discs that project his "movies" (as we call them) on the ceiling. I watched Dan positioning Son around so he could watch his "movie", and it was the one with a moon wearing a night cap while other stars float around.
I hear him whisper, "Look, even the moon is going to sleep," as he comforts Son into slumber.
This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
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