The loving, caring and amazing dad. He is there when
you are too tired to get up to comfort your crying baby at 3am. “Don’t worry
love, I’ll do it” he’d say and place a kiss on your forehead. And there he is,
rocking him/her from side to side, singing in a gentle voice, stroking their
cheeks with his thumb and kissing them from head to toe.
The one, who sings and plays with your daughter/son,
cuddles them all up on a sofa and always has opens arms for long and warm hugs,
tells them his stupid jokes, because mummy doesn’t want to hear them.
He is so mesmerized when his kids would laugh so much,
that their eyes would start watering, because he wants them to always be happy.
And when your kid sits in his lap, he tickles their little feet and tells
him/her, how mummy’s and their laughs are so similar. And how you both curl up
and snort maybe ones or twice. He is always telling them how beautiful they are
and how good they are doing.
He makes sandcastles with your kids at the beach and
has tea parties with your daughter. Your son is all over Harry’s cars, and
Harry would get him a mini version and stealing it even if he can’t even fit in
it, of course. He teaches your kids how to ride a bike, how to swim. Your kids
run around with their arm floats on the wet floor and Harry tells them to be
careful, or otherwise they are going to hurt themselves. You find Harry and
your kids right before bedtime in the living room dancing to some music and
singing their hearts out. Harry also sneakily gives them candy, when you told
him not to.