The Google Dad

Marcus has Googled everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. “How often do babies blink?” “Should her fingernails be that tiny?” “Is it normal for me to cry every time she yawns?” The man who used to confidently troubleshoot network issues now second-guesses whether he’s holding our daughter correctly.

The Google Dad

But watching him with Sophie at 3 AM? Pure magic. He sings off-key lullabies and tells her about his day like she’s his best friend. “So today Daddy learned that you’re supposed to support the head AND the neck. Revolutionary stuff, Sophie.” Last night he fell asleep in the rocking chair with her on his chest after a feeding, and I couldn’t resist sneaking a photo.

He’s going to hate that I posted this, but I’m keeping it forever. Twenty years from now when she brings home some boy, I’m pulling this out. “This is your dad at 3 AM, Sophie. Find someone who loves you like this.”