When I first met Paul over twelve and a half years ago, he was without a doubt a 'boys' boy' with interests including dirt bikes, car racing, cricket, fishing and camping. A weekend ride through the bush was a common occurrence in the wetter months, usually followed by camping overnight with mates. He owned a rally car and competed in events, attended the speedway regularly and had a definite adventurous streak.
With Paul as their Dad, my girls were always going to grow up with a love of the outdoors and getting dirty. Grace has a ball going for rides on the family boat, will happily tag along with Paul to have a look at planes taking off at the local airport and excitedly joins him for the occasional bike ride around the local streets.
Having two girls however, has definitely seen me witness a previously unknown side of my husband in the past four years. Surrounded by fairy dresses, dolls and glitter, it has been so lovely to see his softer side come out. He comments to Grace and Sophie how pretty they look when they dress up as princesses or butterflies, gives cuddles and comfort when tears appear and has become an expert in all things Peppa Pig or Tinkerbell related. Early the other morning, Grace tip-toed into our bedroom. Thinking I was still asleep, she crept around to Paul's side of the bed.
"Daddy, can you please help me put this dress on my Barbie?" she asked him.
I couldn't help but smile, thinking of how Paul's world has changed so much since he has become a Daddy to two little girls.
I'm so proud of the wonderful job my husband does with our little ones, for the hands on way he helps with parenting and for his ability to whole-heartedly embrace all things 'pink and pretty'...