I'll never forget the first time Jerry took me to meet his sister's family. I vividly remember sitting on the couch and observing while he interacted with her three children.
We had only been dating a few weeks, so I was still avidly looking for clues about his personality, likes and dislikes -- anything that would give me a clearer picture about what type of man he was.
Strangely enough, I found myself caring about things with him I hadn't ever cared about before. And although I wasn't sure I even wanted children, at that moment I knew he was someone I could have a family with. I could see the love he had for them. It was so natural and effortless.
Almost five years later, with a child of our own, I now know my initial instinct was more than accurate.
Jerry impresses me every day with his love for our daughter. It goes way beyond changing diapers, lugging the stroller and folding tiny pink laundry. Beyond play time, bath time and bed time. Beyond getting over his fear of vomit. Beyond being a role model, a teacher and a guardian. Beyond dispensing hugs freely and swooping airplane rides even more. Beyond putting her needs before his own.
It's how he never questions any of it. Like it was a role he was born to fill.
Happy first Father's Day, Jerry. I couldn't do this with anyone else.