Here’s to all the papas.
The ones who know how to pack lunches and wear the babies and lead the dance parties. Who take the kids to the park or museum or the zoo for the morning so the mommas can have a break. The daddies who take two kids in a stroller to the grocery store. The ones who change diapers and wipe butts. Who rock the colicky babies to sleep when the mommas can’t listen to any more crying. The ones who give baths and create adventures. The ones who teach the kids to sing James Taylor and John Denver and Queen and Michael Jackson. The ones who love the mommas even when the mommas aren’t so lovable. May you get a nap and 20 minutes in the bathroom without interruption. May you be allowed to watch at least the second half of game 7 in peace. And may the tantrums be minimal. Here’s to you.
And to the papa of my three beautiful boys. Thank you for being the best daddy I know. Because you do all of those things and more. So much more. We love and appreciate you every single day, even if we don’t always show it. I’m so glad you are my partner in parenthood, helping to remind me that every day is an adventure to enjoy. You help me a better mother and a better person. We all love you so much and are so so lucky to have you.
Happy Father’s Day.
How did I ever get so lucky?