Love Don't Break Me:
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to date a member of Tokio Hotel? Well Bonnie did just that.
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Bonnie and her two best-friends attends the New York concert of TOKIO HOTEL. They go with excitement knowing they would...
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My world transformed. I am a father now, a father. I find myself saying this sentence out aloud because it still surprises me. I am a dad to the most beautiful baby in the world. I have never been happier yet scared in my life. Those first few months home, both Bonnie and I moms were here to help. I do not know about Bonnie but I was relieved.
After Sophie was born, those first few days in the hospital really spoiled me. I wanted to stay at that hospital forever because while I was so happy to have my baby girl healthy and safe, I was nervous to do it all on my own. Unlike Bonnie who has experience with children, I had no prior experience. I have not held a baby since I was a child myself and it was a cousin I was holding.
Our parents made this near frightening experience somewhat easy, well until they left. For Bonnie, motherhood came naturally. She breastfeed, pumped and stored, organized her clothes by color, changed diapers, the messier the better. She was indeed a pro and I felt like some incompetent man who should stay in the corner and figure out which side of the diaper went across the front. This however did not have any effect on Sophie, as she was indeed a daddy's girl. Oh, my darling baby girl adores her father however silly I may be.
Bonnie could do it all yet she fights and struggle to get to me. She laughs and smiles when she sees me. When I am with her, she makes me feel whole, as if somehow all my life I was incomplete. Her chubby fingers reach for my face and without warning; she slams her head into mine for a kiss. She has me hooked and I do not ever want to release from her hold.
She is eleven months old now and she is crawling and attempting to walk everywhere. She crawls all over the house and shuffles her body from place to place, scooching from room to room dragging her favorite toy giraffe. She hardly ever cry but when she does its powerful. Like today, Bill and I left for an interview and she cried as if I was leaving forever.
Bonnie tried her best to hold her and contain her reaching arms but she remained fussy, red faced and screaming. Bill and I walked out the door to her screams and I turned around before I could even reach the car. She almost jumped out of Bonnie's arms at my return and I rocked her back and forth, as she looked over towards Bonnie as if she was the one who was keeping her from me.
Bonnie stood in grey sweat pants and a loose fitting white tank top. Her hair pulled up in a messy bun, had strands falling all about her face and neck. I gave her a kiss, as I knew she was tired. She had started her day putting away cleaned two-day old unfolded laundry, then cooked breakfast, and now Sophie was making it harder by being the spoiled daddy's girl I made her.
"Go and relax baby," I said to Bonnie. She looked at me with those sand colored eyes and I was not sure if she was confused or tired by my suggestion.
"She'll be fine. I will just hold off finishing the laundry and stuff until you two get back. What time are you coming back?" She asked.
"We will be back around three-thirty. I am taking Sophie with me. Get some rest baby."
