He was made to be a dad.

Let me preface this by saying I don't fit into the typical mold of a "blogger"

I wouldn't call myself a writer.

I rarely give out my opinions or advice on stuff.

I typically just write about my life and what comes to mind.

I get way too emotionally involved in my posts and probably take too many pictures.

I am far too wordy.

But that's ok.

It is what makes this little space unique.

I know mostly just family reads this.

Although I have gone from about 30 views per post when I first started to around 100 now on every post...so I am totally feeling popular!

And when I was writing the posts about my siblings I was getting THOUSANDS of views per post!

But anyway...back to what this post is about:

My hubby.

There isn't much that he is "bad" at. 

He is one of those people who puts his mind to something and studies and figures it out and excels at it. Always.

It's actually kind of annoying sometimes.

When we found out we were expecting, he was so excited.

He was totally enthralled by the ultrasounds.

And when he found out we were having a boy...he was ecstatic 

(although I am pretty sure he would have loved a little girl just as much)

 When Reagan first popped out I think he was a little caught off guard though.

His response was "his head looks like a hacky sack" 

umm :/
I didn't know how he would take to parenting or if he would love children that much. Growing up with so much distance between him and his siblings, he didn't really have much experience with babies.

But he took to parenting like a pro.

Everyone always says that "so and so" was MEANT to be a mother.

And I do know a lot of women who fit that motherhood role perfectly.

But my husband. 

He was meant to be a dad.

He changes diapers.

I never changed a diaper until we got home from the hospital...Matt did it all while we were there.

And dresses him.

And bathes him.

He spends genuine time with him.

He is patient and kind and just such a good daddy.

There are some days many days where I question my sanity and think Matt was much more cut out for this parenting gig than I am.
But I am shown a little bit of grace and a reminder that we are in this together.

Being parents completely changes the dynamic of marriage.

If someone would have told me that two years ago

1. I wouldn't have believed them.

2. I would have got angry.

But it is true.

You see each other in a completely different light.

You see those sweet moments where you feel like you can't love someone anymore than at that time.

And you see the awful, hard, trying times.

When you go nights and days without sleep or showers or proper meals.

Seriously, college has nothing on new parents.
I have never in my life felt so tired.

Your patience is tested to the core.

And somehow through all of that, despite Matt working full-time at a very demanding job, and going to college full-time to finish his degree...he excels at his family life at home.

He comes home with a smile and picks up his role of husband and father.

There are many times, MANY, where I complain.

How his work asks too much of him.

How his college is taking too long...and is too hard.

How he has WAY too much homework.

Umm hello? I am not even taking the classes...

But I have never heard him complain.

Never.

There are times when he comes home and is tired.

There are many times we have missed out, because his work or school got in the way.

But he doesn't complain.

I mean...the man walks two miles to and from work...even the in the dead of winter.

If that doesn't give justification for complaining I don't know what does.

He has been #1 on the parking lot list for what seems like FOREVER.

Is it too selfish to ask that someone leave so my husband can just have a dang parking spot?

Okay...I've completely went off a tangent.

I can just picture actual bloggers and writers cringing.

Back to my husband being a good dad.

He has every excuse to slack on his roles at home.

When he puts in 15 and 16 hour days every week.

He has the right to say he's tired.

That he doesn't have time.

But that is not my husband.

My husband knows his true calling.

He may have a great job.

And may even have a greater career once he graduates, but he knows that is all trivial.

"It's just a job" he says.

If given the chance I know he would be spending his days home with us.

Spending time and making memories with his family.

Working on our marriage. So that it exemplifies Christs love.

Helping mold our children into the likeness of Christ, and help them grow be exactly who God has called them to be.
This is where he was meant to be.
And this is where I love seeing him the most.

When we were dating Matt used to say he wanted 3 kids.
And then it gradually turned to 4 or 5.
People said that after we had kids...that it would change.
Now that we have Reagan...it has changed.
Now he wants 6 or 7 or 8.
We'll have a whole herd of little Engels!
And yes, that will be hard.
Just as this current season of our life is hard.
But God gives us grace to get through.
And if we are meant to be the parents to a lot of kiddos...I would be honored to go through that journey with Matt.

I couldn't have asked for a better husband.
Or a better daddy for our kids.
And I can't imagine my life without my Matt Pat.

"Lo, children are a heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of the mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man who hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate." - Psalm 127: 3-5