how could i have known what a wonderful father he would be when we met? I find it hard to put into words what i feel when i witness the extraordinary love he has for his little creations. it’s beautiful. it’s inspiring. it’s a language all its own. he is the kind of man who will sit for hours on end telling them enchanted stories of far away places. he easily transitions into a human jungle gym after a long day of work. he coaches every team they join, holds their hands, and tells them “i love you” countless times a day.
gratitude flows heavily thru my soul and i cry tears of love as i type this post. because my children have been blessed with such an amazing father–and he just happens to be my husband. a husband that gives of himself unselfishly. loves me just as i am. and always puts his responsibility to us (his family) first.
i remember how terrified john seemed when we brought jt home from the hospital. he drove about 10 miles an hour the whole way home and yelled at all the other drivers for going too fast. he held him as if he was a fragile package. he was afraid of hurting him when he needed burping. when jt cried, john would shoot me a worried, panicked look.
things were easier for him the second time around. he held and burped kingston like a seasoned pro. when kingston was fussy i could hand him over to his daddy and find them both sound asleep moments later. to me, there is just nothing as sweet as a sleeping baby…except maybe a sleeping baby with his daddy.
happy father’s day babe. on this day every year i am reminded again that i am the luckiest women in the world. i am lucky that it was you chosen especially for me. there is no one else i would rather walk thru this world with. no one else i would rather journey through the winding road of parenthood with. and no else i would rather call my husband. my partner. the father of my children.
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these are some of my favorite pictures of john with our children. you will notice that some of these pictures are blurry, some are grainy, and some are just plain bad. but i see perfection in the imperfection of all these shots. that is family. perfectly imperfect.
john with a brand new jt
sleeping on two chairs at the hospital after jt’s birth
on a ferris wheel at the marshfield, ma fair
moments after kingston’s birth
a sleepy kingston and john
sunset at the beach in san clemente, ca
playing ball together in malibu
summer love in maine
sleeping on sebago lake in maine
cutting down our christmas tree in santa clarita, ca
after a long day of work
trying to grab a snack
putting legos together
playing chutes and ladders
ice cream after a swim
i love you always. WE love you always.