I went to my parents' house with Ian yesterday and Dad happened to be home as well. He's been working on rental property a lot lately and getting home very late. But last night he was in a particularly good mood. He picked up Ian and they were swinging around and making motor boat noises and tickling and having a grand time. It was fun to watch them because when Ian was a newborn Daddy didn't interact with him much or want to hold him. And when he did he just fretted about how fragile newborns are.
After a bit, Dad said, "We should take him to the hospital nursery to show all the new fathers how good it's going to be in just a few months. Cause this is pretty great."
Seeing my father smile after so many months of fretting and depression was pretty great too.