We got to do a lot of fun things together after our baby was born. We traveled around to the homes of some other couples who'd recently become parents; we finished designing the baby's bedroom; dealt with colic! Life was good.
We went through our first round of holidays with our new little one. I was finaly, finally going to get a chance to have the Christmas I'd been dreaming about for nearly my whole life.
I didn't think there was a better part of parenting than being able to share Christmas through the eyes of a child. I'd always enjoyed the joy in my parents' eyes through Christmases that were plentiful, some that were not and all those in between. I knew I wanted that. And I got it. I can't honestly say if I'll ever experience the joy quite the same way as that first time. She was my baby, and I was her Daddy. It didn't matter to me that most of the gift boxes were twice her size, and that, at 5 months, she had no idea what was going on. I was in my glory. And so was B.
The joy of those Holidays was to be short-lived though. Life had other plans for us.