This week, I watched as Steve pulled Little House in the Big Woods off the shelf to share with Adelaide. For the third child and the third time, we will embark on this chapter book series, knowing that quite likely there will be another round to follow with Harper. Opening up his arms to Adelaide from the couch, the snuggled in and he excitedly began the story as though it were the first time he'd ever read it. It's the same way I had just watched him sincerely tell Calvin (once again) why 9 year old's shouldn't throw curve balls; or the way he had just gently reminded Ezra (for the fifth time that morning) how to tune his ukelele; or the way he had excitedly congratulated Harper (for the second time in an hour) on using the potty as if it were the first time he'd ever seen such a miraculous feat.
It is just this way that he greets all of the work and play of our family life. Giving it and us everything he's got, he inspires me each and every day to try harder, to do more, to do less, to embrace genuine happiness and peace with all of the everyday blessings we share. I am so very grateful.
Happy Father's Day, Steve....and Happy Father's Day to all the father's, dad's, papa's and papas-to-be out there!