Never have I seen a father dote on a child like Rhett Butler did with Bonnie Blue. I, having a father who barely paid any attention to me, thought that those were just the movies and fathers are really not like that. I mean the way he gushed over Bonnie, loved, hugged, kissed and spoiled that child was really so very Hollywood. Right? Come on that Bonnie had him wrapped around his little finger. Sometimes Hollywood is true.
Much to my complete and utter amazement David is so totally in love with our little girl just like Rhett and Bonnie. I could see Rhett and David in a Daddy's Playgroup exchanging the grand things Bonnie and Alejandra have done.
Now do not get me wrong it is not that I thought he would be cold or a bad father...oh no. Quite the contrary. I chose him because I knew he would make an excellent father. I think the problem was was that I just did not know what made an excellent father. To me it was the folklore of the mythical creature. I always thought that it was possible but really is it?
In all my years I have never been more touched by fatherly love than I have been for the past few days. Everyday single cotton-picking day he cried in sweetness over her...not once not twice, not even three times but just about everytime he picker her up, she flashed the Bonnie smile, or her little hands grabbed for her Daddy's hands. Cutest damn thing ever..those two together.
This will sound like an accusation because it is....she adores that man. Already when I say Daddy to her she looks around for him. She hears his voice and the little Bonnie Devil torks her head around like the exorcist ready to eat up a new priest and spit the bible out. Blue Dog...sorry buddy but she is in love with a new man.
Everything she does is irresistible in his eyes. He is mesmerized like the sailors and the sirens. I joked that when she was old enough she would twirl her finger and say Daddy I would like a Porsche for my birthday and damn that man will buy two...in every freaking color. He did not deny this which startled me a little.
Now check out the Jew-fro and Guata-fros the two of them are sporting. Despite my directions of a strict regimen of barrettes, clippys, and industrial strength gel the fros still exist. They are bonding in unkempt-hair-mutiny against my wishes of order and a cowlick free existence. They do it for spite. They are plotting against my sanity even as we speak. I think they talk in telepathy to one another. Evil, I say. Pure adorable evil.
How can I compete in their perfect world? ;)
If I heard these statements once I heard them a thousand times "she just warms my heart" or another favorite "oh she is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute" and as he grabs his chest in mock heart attack motion "I just never knew I would love her this much". Blah blah blah lovey lovey mushy mushy blah blah yadda yadda ya.
But of course it is always the good part that is yadda-yaddaed over. This is the good stuff! I am healed in ways that I forgot needed healing by watching the two of them. Hairy bosom buddies they are :)
He has learned how to get his baby rock steps on as he soothes her every wheeeu and raarw. He knows just how to calm her screams. He knows just how to get her to laugh. He knows to gaze at her in the eyes as she eats. He knows just how to hold her, hug her, and cuddle her. The man just knows how to love her.
He even tells me how to!! My easy going man who puts up with my bossiness has turned the tables on me making sure I am taking care of HIS daughter perfectly. Damn that makes me smile.
He reads to her. Tells her all about his kitties and doggies at home. Walks around showing her plants and different textures. Fawns over the precious thing and shows her off strutting around like the very proud father he is. Speaks to her as if she understands him...quite the little pact they have.
Unfortunately our story takes a sad twist. David left this morning to go back home. You see, we do not get to take her home on this trip :( We have to wait for God only knows when and if anyone is asking or talking to God soon ask him when PGN will cough up my paperwork.
All morning David's joyful tears turned into sad tears. I have never seen this man cry as much as he did this morning. He held her and bawled over her...body shaking bawling. It made me cry. For two hours he weeped continuously as he packed stopping to cuddle Al and to rough up her hair that I wetted down.
He cried so many tears his face was puffy and looked pathetic.
Antiqua is a very gentle place. Land of the eternal spring as I have been told. The temperature stays a cool 75 and cooler in the evening. Gentle breezes seem to be perpetual. Currently it is the rainy season. Even this is gentle with mists that fall upon ever so green plants and this sometimes escalates to a pitter patter of rain. Never reaching a climax to a grand storm but just keeps on gently reminding one that this is the rainy season.
David left hugging us goodbye. We sat down in a chair overlooking the gardens. Fifteen minutes later I heard the pitter patter of his feet at the gate. He had forgotten his passport...so unlike my gentle and consistently responsible man. So we had to say two goodbyes....
I waved at him through the gates as he opened the window to the cab. I held up Alejandras arm in a mock baby wave. As they pulled out of view I saw his face crumple just as the wall hid him completely.
Not a few minutes after he left the sunny sky turned dark and poured rain.