To David

On the occasion of your first Father's Day...

I didn't think to write you something until this morning when I woke up late and realized it was late and heard you downstairs feeding pears to our son. I laid there and listened to your

fatherly sounds

the ones of love, the ones

I love

the way you love us.

It is Sunday, the day of rest, the day that summer

floats like a breeze through the screen;

I feel the comfort in the light comforter as I lay listening

to the sounds of our house.

I rise then to meet you at the table, full of eggs and peppers and coffee, and we laugh

in that morning light like a family.

you tell me you've been up for hours and my heart wells with gratitude and guilt

'it's father's day,' i say, mouth full,

'shouldn't I be taking care of you?' 

It feels grown-up and heavy to make my husband feel special

for being The Greatest Dad to Our Son.

But isn't it large? The enomormity

of our newly acquired holiday and what it represents?

It bears the weight of our responsibility

to This One Little Soul.

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As the text and calls reach you today, I struggle

with how to express to you how

You SOAR

David

babe

boo

How can I express to you how impressed I am?

I've known you for so long.

I've loved you for so long.

I've trusted you for so long.

Those arms are my shelter, your chest is my calm center.

But I didn't know you at all

Until Now

Now I see the father you are,

THE MAN YOU ARE,

and I see the man I want Dax to be.

How could I have known what how big my heart could get?

How could I possibly have known?

In this life

We are Light 

so airy and full of space, spacious hearts--

holding each other lightly, tightly, brightly.

My love

My love

It is your day--A Father's Day--A Daddy's Day--

I want to thank you for everything you are. 

Dax and Daddy, Buddies from Day One