Expecting

Expecting 

Richard gazed lovingly at his newborn daughter. Only an hour old, she had already wrapped him up in so much baby love that nothing else existed. 

"Richard? Are you all right? You’re crying. You never cry."

Daphne smiled at her husband holding their first child with great gentleness. It was a tender moment for her. He had spent so much time telling everyone what a tough dad he was going to be. He wasn’t going to melt like half his buddies did with their new babies. It was just plain silly. And there he was with silver tracings on his unshaven face.

Slowly his wife’s face came into focus. She was pale and tired, but radiated peace. He had watched her all these past months as she carried their child within her. So much had changed. The room that had seemed so practical, now was softened by shifting nameless emotions.

‘Yes, honey, I am. I am more all right now than even the day I knew that I loved you. This darling, tiny baby came into the world with absolutely no expectations. She dashed all my silly blowhard ravings of how a father should be as if by magic. And she is only tiny and wrinkled and very sleepy.’

As if on cue, little Rachel yawned and squeaked before falling back to sleep.

“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”

~ A.A.Milne, Winnie the Pooh