I see the laughter in your eyes when you’re playing with our kid. Do you have any idea how attractive that is?
You’ve always been a good-looking guy, don’t get me wrong, but lately my attraction towards you has been increasing exponentially and I think I finally figured it out …
Being a dad is making you hotter.
Your hair — sure, it’s thinning out a bit on top, but when you’re running around with our baby on your shoulders and he’s grabbing what’s left of your mane and laughing hysterically, I can’t help but smile.
Your eyes — they’ve always been gorgeous. A little squinty, but gorgeous. Now though, I get to see the laughter in your eyes when you’re playing with our kid. Do you have any idea how attractive that is?
Your mouth — your teeth are nice and straight and your lips are well-shaped, but I didn’t know how cute your mouth was until I saw you making faces while feeding the baby. You know the faces – you look like the mum from The Incredibles.
Your voice — I love hearing you read to our child. I love that you change the words to make the stories sillier. I love when you sing goofy songs to him while you’re rocking him to sleep. I love that your already vast portfolio of “dad jokes” is growing daily.
Your facial hair — something about that stubble you’ve been growing out in your sleep-deprived state is just so magnetic. Maybe it’s an evolutionary thing to keep women interested – the more tired and worn-out your man looks, the more you want to cuddle him and care for him.
Your arms and hands — I could write soliloquies about your arms even before this ball of drool and chub came into our lives, but now they’re even more attractive. See, before your arms and hands could lift weights. Now they lift a diaper bag, a baby carrier, groceries, dishes, the vacuum, and more. Not only that, but those arms and hands are the ones that helped our kid take his first steps. They lift him high in the air and make him squeal with joy. They rock him to sleep when he’s fussy. Those arms and hands were nicely shaped before, but now they’re beautiful.
Your stomach — gone are the days of washboard abs — for both of us. But those belly laughs when our kid is being a goof are so much better than a six-pack. I don’t care that you don’t look like a 20-year-old anymore — I care that you’re an awesome dad who loves to hang out with his wife and child.
Your legs — I’ve got to admit, I’ve never found anything all that special about man legs, but our son loves yours. When you come home he crawls to your legs as fast as he can and pulls himself up by them because he’s so excited to see you. So I guess your legs are pretty dang great.
I hope as the years go by and our family continues to grow and our bodies continue to age that I can remember how handsome you are.
I hope I remember to see when you’re excited to play with our kids instead of just focusing on when you’re tired and just want to watch TV.
I hope I remember to tell you how lucky I am to be married to such an incredible man.
With all of my heart (or at least the part that doesn’t belong to the baby, the cat, and pineapple pizza),