I think that my hubby would quite happily have had me give birth to a toddler when I had the little man.
He has always been a doting and hands on daddy,
but in the last few weeks and months I have watched him blossom as a parent.
You can just tell that he genuinely loves spending time with his little man
and that he is enjoying him all that much more now that he gets so much back.
He loves the communication that comes with toddlerhood;
the constant learning and the new words.
They are friends now.
They rough and tumble together,
tickling and climbing and wrestling until they both fall about in giggles.
They pull the same cheeky faces when they are being naughty
and playing ball in the house when they know I don't like it.
Right from when he was born,
my hubby has said he couldn't wait until the day they could play football together.
At the moment, the little guy is a big fan of picking up and throwing the ball
rather than kicking it as Daddy instructs.
But watching them play together is adorable
and I am looking forward to continuing to see them play together over the years,
until the day when it is the younger one telling the older one how it's done.