You walked with me, hand in hand, into the journey through pregnancy
You learned along side me
Once simply a partner, now preparing for fatherhood
You did the birth class homework
and you lived with me between worlds.
The waiting place
Labor started and you were my partner
I watched you watch me
Laboring in the tub
Our daughter was finally born
I remember your expansion
it was the birth of a baby and the birth of a dad
unfolding, peeling back the layers
warmly absorbing a small cherished one into your heart
and you absolutely melted into fatherhood.
You held our daughter with such care
like a precious prize, or a bomb waiting to go off
the transformation unfolded right before my eyes
You held her so close
Three babies into parenthood
I have had the privilege of seeing you unfold every time
peeling back the layers
becoming all over again.
The birth of a father is not an event
but rather a softening
a transformation of the mind, body, and soul.