Back in the days when I was still "expecting," Brian worried. He worried he wouldn't know what to do with the baby. That he wouldn't be a good dad. Even that he might not love her as much as he should.
Well, folks, it's six months later. And you know what? His worrying was all for nothing, just like I told him it would be (more proof that I'm always right). Tori couldn't ask for a better dad—and I couldn't ask for a better partner. He does his share of bottle making, diaper changing and sanity saving. Takes his turn on sleepless nights. And loves making her giggle just as much as I do.
These pics speak for themselves, wouldn't you say?
Yep, there's no doubt about it. I couldn't love him more if I tried.