Typically Tres wakes in the morning and calls for me from his crib. "Mama. Maaaaaaa Maaaaaa" until I go get him. For the first time ever this morning, the call was different. "Daddy. Daaaaaaady."
I'm sure my husband was secretly delighted. Afterall, He was being called. He was the big hero.
And then came the rest of the call.
"Daaaa-dy. Daddy, I go see Mama?"
I smiled and rolled back over in my bed, assured of my position in my baby's heart ;-)
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