This morning, Father's Day, is one of the very few days of the year when I rise earlier than Steve. With a baby on my chest and four bigger ones at my side, we began our Mother's Day/Father's Day/Birthday tradition of a sleep-in and breakfast in bed. As we all scurried about baking and making, and doing Papa's morning chores with the animals and around the house, I realized that five of us (well Annabel, too) were doing the work of just this one man. And yet somehow - I never see him 'scurrying'. It always appears as a calm, steady glide instead.
Amidst our scurrying, in the moment of glass breaking, babies crying, bacon burning, children whining, siblings squabbling, and a tired Mama about ready to burst....the words of that man sounded in my head - "everything's all right" and "they just need you to love them." It's as simple as that. He makes it simple like that.
And once again, in that moment, as happens in many moments of every single day, I felt full of gratitude for this man I have by my side, fathering as he does, with so much love.
Wishing a very Happy Father's Day to Steve, my sweet Dad, and all the Papas out there!
