It is very comforting for me to know that. I couldn't be happier about it, but of course it makes me incredibly sad that he has to wait too. I constantly grieve over the fact that "my infertility" has to be "our infertility." I know he loves me anyway, but I can't help but feel some guilt and regret over that. If we ever do have children, I'm not worried at all about how he will do. He will be amazing. He would be the coolest guy they could ever meet. I know from experience that living with him is a blast!
If we have a boy someday, he will take him fishing. He might teach him how to play the guitar. They will no doubt play video games together and fly kites and laugh at silly things. Our son will know that his dad loves him. He will teach him how to grow up and be a responsible man who loves his wife and loves Jesus.
If we have a girl someday, he will take her fishing. He might teach her how to play the guitar. They will no doubt play video games together and fly kites and laugh at silly things. Our daughter will know that her dad loves her. He will teach her how to grow up and be a responsible woman who will want to marry a man just like her dad.
I watch my husband with our nephews all the time. I see how they look up to him and how he makes them laugh. He makes them feel like they are the two most important boys in the whole world. Sometimes when we're not with them (they live about 2 hours away), he'll look at me and say, "I miss my boys." It melts my heart. It encourages me every day to know he can love children who did not come from our bodies. I know that he would love an adopted child unconditionally. Our nephews share none of the same genetic material as my husband. They are my sister's boys. My sister is happily married to their daddy. I don't place what they share with their uncle any higher than what they have with their dad, but I know that their relationship with Chuck is special.
I know he loves them with his whole heart.
He has watched them grow up since they were first born. When nephew A was born in 2001, Chuck had very little experience with babies. Nephew N came along the next year, and by now Chuck has had lots of practice being an uncle. He has changed many diapers and wiped many bottoms, spent many afternoons at the park or in the backyard, and kissed away many hurts. He does stuff with them that boys love to do, and he always teaches them new things. To them, it seems their uncle can do anything: he's the very best at drawing, playing games, and building things. Even though they are boys, he isn't afraid to give them hugs and kisses.
We are fortunate to be able to live close enough to see them so often, and we have never missed a birthday or Christmas together. The boys are already 8 and 6 years old, and with each passing year I worry that maybe they won't think we're so great anymore. Thankfully, they always prove me wrong. As their aunt I have always loved them deeply, but I can honestly say that it doesn't hurt my feelings one bit when they run past me sometimes to throw their arms around their uncle. In fact, that makes me love them even more. They think he's as great as I do. I get that.