I knew for a trillion years that I would never again meet any man remotely cool as Shawn. He is a vessel of remarkable depth and beauty that only the human soul can afford, and, thus appreciate.
You betcha his coolness carries into fatherhood.
Us moms like to talk about our birth stories--I could go there, but that might bore you! Or gross you out. Either way...
Suffice it to say that my recovery took AWHILE. Shawn saved the day. I'm not kidding. When I "came to", he had to teach me about preferred diaper brands, Wilder's schedule, umbilical cord stuff...he was a cheerleader, a bona fide breast pump retriever, and a believer in my abilities as a mother. We would have not made it through those first few harrowing weeks without him.
Shawn, because of you I feel that I can shine. And I have a suspicion that Wilder does, too. Thank you.
And that, my friends, is your modern-day prince.
Except, he's mine. Hehe.