“You probably shouldn’t tell him I said this, but Robby makes the perfect feminist husband.”, my friend Rachel told me as we sipped drinks downtown a few weekends ago.
I laughed, because both of us knew he would probably deny this adamantly, but also because I realized that it was incredibly true.
I smile now thinking about another memory that comes to mind from a couple of weekends back. My husband and I were sitting on the patio at a favorite restaurant of mine, enjoying the perfect weather and our scrumptious meals. We had just finished kayaking at a nearby lake and were now soaking in the company of one another and time well spent. Robby was finishing his first and only beer of the day when he announced, “I feel drunk.” I was a little floored. This was coming from the man who, six years ago, could drink anyone I knew under the table. Who once told me stories of inebriated nights that nearly made me blush for him. Now he drinks so little that one beer can leave him feeling a little woozy.
The day before the revelation that my husband is now a lightweight, gal pals and I had spent a beautiful day in Dripping Springs, Texas. We hopped around from wineries to a brewery to a quaint and delicious tapas restaurant. It was a day of perfection, magic and plenty of laughter. Sitting on the patio of a vineyard, listening to live music and chatting with my lady loves, the afternoon was exquisite and seemed to hold the promise of summer adventures soon to come. The same friend who called Robby a feminist mentioned in conversation that, though I’m married with a baby, I am able to do more than many single people she knows. I admitted that it doesn’t hurt to have that really awesome feminist husband of mine.
I always inwardly chuckle when I hear comments like, “Oh, it’s so nice that your husband babysits.” or “It’s great that he watches her so you can get away for a bit!” It’s definite but unintentional gender role stereotyping– let’s be real, no one would ever say I was babysitting my own kid– but because I know no harm is meant, I’ve learned to laugh it off. Still, the truth is that getting out is not at all a rarity for me, and that Robby is far from a sitter. He is a dad and he is a husband, and a completely terrific one on both counts. I always know when I am adventuring that Miss Bryn is in the best of hands with her wonderful daddy. I’ll always take comfort in the fact that I have not just a husband, but a support system, a friend, a partner and a beautiful romance to call my own.
Robby is the man I met nearly seven years ago, only better. He still tells the occasional inappropriate joke, has the same charming smile and loves cheap Mexican food. He has the same kind heart, happy disposition and southern accent that goes on for days. He’s the same, only more calm, more centered and more understanding. He listens better and tries harder. Over the years, I have had the honor of watching him become the most patient and loving man, and now father, that I have ever known. He also changes a mean diaper, and last night I caught him with baby in one hand while he pulled cookies out of the oven with the other. I didn’t know seven years ago that I was dating my own personal demigod in training.
I realize and am trying to capture to memory what a beautiful season of my life–of our life– that this is. I’m raising my favorite little girl with the help of my favorite guy, and it’s the happiest of places to be. There are occasionally challenging moments right along with the magnificent ones, but hands down the hardest thing about these days is knowing that they won’t last forever.
Maybe my husband is onto something. Who really needs alcohol when you’re this love drunk?
Just kidding, y’all. I still need my wine.
13 thoughts on “Love Drunk”
lol at the end but, yeah, i automatically assumed he was “drunk in love”.
you and your friend look soooo pretty in the wine photos!
you and your hubby and baby are just adorable.
Aw, thanks, sweet friend! 🙂
I LOVE how you emphasize you both are not sitters for your daughter, but her PARENTS. It’s sad that the world we live in puts so much pressure on MOM to be the one there 24/7 when dad is JUST as important. You two have the perfect parental balance and I applaud you both!
“It’s sad that the world we live in puts so much pressure on MOM to be the one there 24/7 when dad is JUST as important.” Yes, yes, yes! Thanks for the kind word, lady love!
I was going to say…what?! No wine? Haha but really this was such a sweet post and I also am IN LOVE with your child, she is the CUTEST thing!
HI CAITLIN! And haha, thank you! I think so too but I’m a little biased 😉
That’s so amazing that you two are growing up together and he’s becoming an even better man/father as you raise your child. I teared up reading this! So funny about the gender stereotyping thing though haha so, so true.
I feel honored that you teared up reading this! Haha. 🙂
what a sweet story! our little one just came, but already i’m falling more in love with jon just watching how he interacts with the new babe. if we lived closer, we could leave the littles with our men and adventure together 🙂
JENNIFER OH MY GOSH SO MANY CONGRATS. He is SO adorable. Going to stalk your blog now…
And AH so wish we lived closer, I would love to adventure with you and our babes.
Oh girl, I know what you mean about when people make comments about dads “babysitting” their own kids. Yeesh. I’m glad you guys both embrace your parental roles! 🙂 You guys are such a beautiful family!
Love, love, love this post. I know exactly what you mean about commenting about dads “babysitting” their own children! It’s just crazy to me. Anyways! I’m glad that you two are in such a great place with your roles as parents and husband and wife. It’s hard for so many people to achieve that balance, especially with a young child!