The Father Of My Children

When I think of Father's Day, I think of my husband.  I think of him changing our newborn son's diapers in the hospital, his first time changing diapers and he handled it like a pro. I think of him snuggled up with our newborn daughter wearing her 'I love Daddy' pajamas. I think of him singing funny little songs to our babies as he supervised baths, because he was the bath guy.  I think of him waking up in the morning and remarking that our baby had slept all night (when I was bleary eyed from exhaustion because that baby actually did not sleep all night long.) I think of him wrestling with the kids during their evening play time with Daddy.  I think of him knowing "The Sneetches" by heart and loving to recite it to all who would listen (still).  I think of him staying calm when keys were locked in the truck on a camping trip.

I think of him and the myriad of events that have come along his path of fatherhood, and how he has met every one with love, patience and a good deal of humor.

We are so blessed to have him in our life!   Happy Father's Day!