Happy
Father’s Day, 2012!
Our
almost two year old started to put words together this past month so instead of
“milk” it’s “milk, please” (or milt peas). Yesterday, he said “happy day” –
loud and clear. To this day, I don’t know if I’ve heard a better sentence
spoken in human language. Happy day. It’s so true. It’s so clear and accurate
of a description I have to use it myself. I also want to apply it to this
upcoming Father’s Day when we get to say thank you to dads but especially my
baby daddy.
After all
the stress and concern that surrounds the health of our second born, after the
long nights in the hospital, prepping him for MRIs, remembering his daily dose
of medicine and trying to process the look on the faces of our medical team, I
just want to say to my hubby: Happy Day.
This one
is for you. Thanks for your constant support and focus on the task at hand,
however sleep deprived you were. For taking son #1 to play golf and to the park
and out for ice cream and crappy (but fun!) fast food restaurant toys. Thanks
for listening and crying with me (if your boss reads this I’ll say it was only
a couple of times) and for committing deeply to loving our sons. Our sons. Our
lives. The saying no to golf with pals and yes to Legos.
Happy
Day, Co.
