Gifts for Mom, Grandparents, Besties and YOU🎄 ➔

Do we have a hunter green bow is a text I received from my husband while I was at work. I didn’t even know he knew what hunter green was. Once I replied no, we have other shades of green, but not specifically hunter, he texts back: OK, I just ordered one.

This is how I know he was meant to have a girl.

I always knew he would be an amazing father, I mean that is part of the reason I married him. I knew our children would never have to question anything when it comes to their daddy. He would be a constant figure in their life they could count on no matter what. He would go to the ends of the earth for them. Isn’t that the kind of person someone should want as the father to their children?

I always pictured him with a son. He plays sports, loves to work out, he is the All-American dad who you would just picture coaching his son’s baseball team and watching football on Sundays together. But, from the moment we found out we were having a baby girl, everything I thought I saw him as, as a father, changed for the better—if that is even possible. As he put it, “I will tailgate dance recitals.”

Within 24 hours of finding out it was a girl, he found a song for her. He played it constantly, even on his way to the gym. He said he was going to make sure she felt what the song said. The song is called “Pretty Girl” and is all about having confidence as a girl growing up. Once again, I realized he was meant to have a daughter.

Now, let me paint a picture of my husband for you. He lives in his workout clothes and hoodies. Matching is not necessarily important to him, he only does his hair if he has to, and he is the typical “guy” if you will.

But this little girl—man, does she have him wrapped around her tiny little petite finger.

He dresses her every morning after I leave for work and to say he is picky about what she wears is an understatement. She is wiped down and smells like a clean baby, matches perfectly, hair is freshly brushed, and let’s not forget the bow the perfect shade to go with her outfit. The bow collection we have sums him up as her daddy. I ordered three bows when I first found out we were having a girl. We now have well over 100 within the first year. He has no problem telling me the bow I picked out is not right for her outfit.

Yes, he was meant to have a daughter.

Watching him with her is by far the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life. I knew he would always be a hands-on dad, but this is different. This is like what you see in those perfect family movies, except I get to watch it in real life every day.

Being a mom is an amazing gift, but having a front-row seat to this relationship with a daddy and his daughter is even better.

She has a connection with him that she has with no one else. She knows he is her safe place. This . . . this is why I married him.

So, to all the dads out there who take the time to match the bow, please know not only are you the most amazing thing to your daughter, but you are the most amazing thing to the rest of us. It is not only an honor to watch, but it is an honor to know you. You don’t get the credit you deserve being a girl dad, so here it is.

We see you, she sees you, and our lives are better because of you.

Thank you for being the dad who makes sure his daughter has matching bows.

You may also like:

To My Husband: Thank You For Being A Great Man

To My Husband—I Don’t Say It Enough: Thank You For Being Our Everything

My Husband Dreamed of Boys; God Gave Him Girls

If you liked this, you'll love our new book, SO GOD MADE A MOTHER available for pre-order now!

Pre-Order Now

Shaina Sweeney

Hello everyone! My name is Shaina Sweeney. I am a very proud mommy to a beautful baby girl and adorbale pup, and let's not forget, proud wife to an incredible husband! I just want to share my experiences becoming a new mom so anyone who stumbles upon this will know, they are not alone! Motherhood is truly a blessing.

Simple Moments Shape Childhood

In: Kids, Motherhood
Little boy in shallow water of beach

Sometimes it’s the little things that can turn out to be the biggest things. Motherhood has made me appreciate the everyday moments, the simple moments, differently.  Being outdoors with my boys can be simple in theory, but I absolutely love the adventures we take. Whether we are hiking, biking, swimming, exploring, or checking out a new park, this momma knows it is time well spent.  RELATED: I’m Watching You Grow Up in the Little Moments Because whether they realize it or not, these memories being made are the special ones. The ones my boys will carry with them in their...

Keep Reading

I Promise to Show Up for You

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother and daughter in garden

My child, I hope you know you can count on this: I will show up for you. I will show up when you wake in the middle of the night, when you get up too early or stay up too late. I will be there to make your meals, read you a story, and tuck you into bed. I will show up when you are sick—taking time off work, bringing you to the doctor, cleaning up your throw-up, and sitting up with you. I will show up at every game, sitting in the stands or a camp chair, freezing or...

Keep Reading

Sometimes Growth Is Tangible, and When It Is You Hold On Tight

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mom putting bike helmet on child

I never expected my sign to come in the form of a plastic bag. As a parent, you’re told over and over how fast it all goes, to cherish these times because they’re gone in a blink. You see the gradual changes in your kids as they move through milestones. One day, they can hold their own spoon. They begin stringing words into sentences. Their ages are counted in years and no longer months. You watch these things happen every day, but I didn’t realize some transitions would come in tangible ways, like a grocery bag filled with wet swim...

Keep Reading

Some Nights They Need You a Little More

In: Kids, Motherhood
Little boy sleeping, color photo

Some nights they need you a little more, mama. Because of the bad dreams or the bogeyman they are adamant is under the bed. Because firefighter daddy’s schedule leaves him missing goodnight tuck-ins and bedtime stories several times a week, sometimes leaving them a little needier and more emotional. Some nights they need you a little more, mama. RELATED: I’ll Lay With You As Long As You Need, My Child Because they are sick. Because they feel safe in your presence. Some nights they need you a little more, mama. It’s not always easy. It’s not always (okay, hardly ever)...

Keep Reading

Sweet Babies, I’ll Be There

In: Kids, Motherhood
Two children lying in bed, color photo

When your world is calm and peaceful, I’ll be there. When your world is chaotic like an ice cream shop on the hottest day of summer, I’ll be there. When you need a Band-Aid applied and a boo-boo kissed, I’ll be there. When you want to perform in your Frozen microphone like you’re performing for a crowd of 20,000 people, I’ll be there. When you feel lost and alone, I’ll be there. When you feel you have nowhere to go, I’ll be there. RELATED: I Will Always Be There When You Need Me, My Son When you need a pep...

Keep Reading

I’m in the Big Little Years

In: Kids, Motherhood
black and white photo of little boy and little girl standing in a window together

I’m in the big little years. It’s when you’re no longer in the tender season of babies and toddlers—those sweet, smothering, exhausting years of being constantly touched and needed . . . . . . but you’re not yet in the big kid years—navigating boyfriends and driver’s licenses and bracing your heart for the impending ache of an empty nest. I’m somewhere in between. I’m in the years of having littles that aren’t so little anymore, but still need you for so much. They have big feelings. Big ideas. Big dreams. But they have mostly little problems (even though they...

Keep Reading

1-Year-Olds Are Wonderful

In: Baby, Kids, Motherhood, Toddler
1 year old baby smiling

Newborns—who doesn’t love them?  The captivating scent of a brand new baby, their fragile little bodies laying so delicately on your chest. Everything that comes with a newborn baby is just absolute magic. But have you ever had a 1-year-old? I used to think the newborn phase was my favorite, nothing could ever be better than having such a tiny helpless little human rely on you for absolutely everything. I could hold my newborn for hours, soaking in every tiny little detail before it became nothing but a beautifully distant memory. But I’ve realized it’s 1-year-olds who have a special...

Keep Reading

My Kids Are All in School Now and It’s a Little Lonely

In: Kids, Motherhood
Woman looking out window alone

I had just dropped my children off at school. All of them. My youngest has just started full-time. It was my first full day on my own since she began, and I had really been looking forward to it, so I took myself into town to do a bit of shopping and grab a coffee. Just me. The kind of days dreams are made of, right? I could suddenly breathe again.  I only had myself to answer to.  I got my latte and something to eat. And then I cried.  My eyes filled with tears as I sat in the...

Keep Reading

I Love You Even When I Say I Don’t

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother and daughter touch foreheads

“I love you even when I say I don’t.” These words came out of nowhere from my 5-year-old. I was standing in the bathroom with her (we still don’t like to go potty without mommy standing right there), and she wouldn’t look at me while talking to me. You see, my 5-year-old and I have been in more spouts than ever before. She’s found this new attitude in her first couple months of kindergarten, coming home with new phrases including, “No, I don’t want to–you do it.” It hurts my heart, makes me frustrated, and leaves me asking myself where...

Keep Reading

Big Questions at Bedtime Don’t Require Perfect Answers

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother and child at bedtime

Last night at bedtime, my son asked why everyone has to die one day. The thought of my sweet 7-year-old grappling with the weight of such a question hurt my heart. He looked so small tucked under a fleece blanket, clutching his favorite stuffed panda. How could the same little boy who just started second grade wearing a space backpack stuffed with bright, wide-ruled notebooks ask such a thing?  Perhaps my children are more aware of the inevitability of death than other kids their age due to the passing of various family pets over the past few years, or perhaps...

Keep Reading