“Careful there, Jack, don’t want your old dad to lose an eye hmm?” I mumble softly as our 4 year old son, Jack, waves with the makeup brush awfully close to my eye.

“Uh oh” our 6 year old daughter Maisie exclaims and my gaze immediately shoots down to the carpet, where pink nail polish is currently dripping out of the bottle, which she used to paint my nails. I wince and immediately grab the bottle, trying to reduce somewhat of the damage. I glance up at her the second I hear tiny whines leaving her mouth. “Hey, flower, it’s okay. Daddy is gonna clean it up, okay?” I reassure her, gently pecking the top of her head.

In the midst of this whole chaos, I hear gentle footsteps from the stairs, until eventually your frame appears. My whole body instantly relaxes at the sight of your soft smile. My lifeline, my saviour, my wife.

When we got married, 8 years ago, I thought that was the best day of my life. 6 years ago, when our long awaited daughter was born, so tiny, laying on your chest, I thought that was the best day of my life. But then, 4 years ago, we got our little boy, and I thought that day was the best day of my life aswell. Turns out, I’ve had multiple best days of life. But honestly, every day I get to spend with you, Maisie and Jack is a blessing.

It’s crazy how life turns out. 13 years ago I was probably in some dressing room, backstage at an arena, heavily making out with you on a leather couch, the taste of alcohol mixing within our mouths. And now, here I am, getting my makeup and nails done by my kids. I have no idea what I did to deserve this. All I know, is that I’ll never take this for granted.