Sunday, June 18, 2017

Happy Father's Day


Last week's storms were brief, but intense.  High winds blew down our beloved Bradford Pear tree.  On the upside, a missing Easter Egg was found among the debris.



I love my running group, but it hasn't quite seemed complete once our friend Emily moved to North Carolina.  She returned for the weekend, and we made the most of our time with her in town.  What we discovered is there are not enough miles to really feel like we've caught up with our sweet friend.



On Father's Day, we did a lunch celebration of Chinese and barbecue takeout (both special fathers favorites).

What I most remember from my second son's birth is my husband's reaction.  Moments after Connor made his arrival into the world, my husband scooped him up in a blanket, cradled his newborn son in his arms, and nestled into an armchair in the corner of the room.  I vividly remember the love and affection my husband displayed while marveling at the beautiful pink bundle in his arms.  What I knew at that moment is that my husband adored his role as a father.  

As we've added boys and they've grown in years, his affection for his position as Dad has only increased.  

When they were young, he engaged in everything from diaper changes to intense discussions on Thomas the Train.  He was the Dad who made time to snuggle with his young sons in front of Sesame Street, while still clad in scrubs and bleary eyed from an overnight ER shift.

Over the years, he's been the field trip chaperone, soccer coach, snack dad, basketball scorekeeper, and two zillion other roles. He's given the '"talk," and every other discussion in between.  But I think it's the words he hasn't said that's impacted the boys the most.  

There's many legacies my husband will leave his sons, but I think the greatest is how to be a good father.

Happy Father's Day sweet husband (and to my dad and father in law too).








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