I think my beloved partner Michele might have just written the most beautiful father’s day message EVER. Here’s what she wrote.
20 years ago
for welcoming me into your wide open arms and loving me with all your heart
for bringing me home to join your amazing family
for holding me through so many hard nights when I didn’t think I deserved your love
for not giving up on our sexual thriving when my history made my body cold and tight
for embracing my wild and free nature and my mysterious ways
for conceiving 2 precious boys with me
for holding my hand, counting contraction after agonizing contraction all night long,
months before I was supposed to give birth
for carrying the futon mattress into the hospital so you could hold me when my waters broke
for spending a precious week at home with me on bedrest; praying, singing, laughing,
waiting on me hand and foot
for birthing our sweet children with me, moan by moan; your back my anchor as I crawled and
pushed my head into you with all my might
for sharing day after hellish day with me of our 6 weeks in the hospital, holding our tiny babies
skin to skin in uncomfortable hospital chairs for endless hours, side by side
And dear God, how can I possibly thank you for the 12 and ½ years since?
for waking up with me every 2 hours with me for a year to feed our babies
for changing more diapers than any human of which I’ve ever heard (and still counting)
for holding them, rocking them, snuggling them, singing to them, comforting them
and yet graciously experiencing years of being scorned as the unfavored parent with no breasts
for spending more time cooking, cleaning and childrearing than most modern moms
WHILE transforming the world through visionary work
AND earning enough money for us to have the support we need and even have regular date nights
for enduring years and years of screaming babies,
years and years of clawing, biting, pinching, raging, cussing children
and never even thinking about running away, never thinking about anything other than
how to help them, how to support me, how to give me a break
for falling in love with our beautiful boys and bringing out the best in them
for showing them what a man can be
for taking them camping, swimming, to the snow, telling Big Bird and Rali stories for HOURS
finding every possible way to enjoy them against all odds
for swooping in after a long, full, exhausting day of saving the world, and diving into whatever awaits
for letting your heart break open, harvesting the wisdom deep within and sharing it with the world
That’s who you are.
I know you couldn’t do it any other way.
Did you notice?
You finally graduated to the favored parent,
with your endless energy to tell stories and create adventures
They ADORE you and can’t get enough of you
They have no idea how lucky they are.
But I do.