Tonight, while my daughter's dad is sitting by the bedsides of other people's children, his daughter is sleeping peacefully in the next room, and I am reflecting on what a truly wonderful man he is.
When I am completely out of patience, he has a fresh supply. When I am sticking to my guns and going down with the ship, he's caving like a wet sandcastle - and defusing the situation. He never forgets sunscreen, he doesn't make mountains out of molehills, and when the two of them are on their own, they're guaranteed to have a good time. He is the yin to my yang, the Ricky to my Lucy. And as if my humble endorsement weren't enough, just ask the expert, who thinks that her dada is the "goodest dada ever".
To all of you good dads out there, today is your day. Soak it up. You deserve it. And may the memory of it keep you sane for the next 364 days of being asked if you're babysitting when you're at the park with your child, sans mama.