in the trenches

Watching my husband from afar before we dated, falling in love with him, marrying him, experiencing life with him—I always knew he would be a good father; I always knew he would love his children and he would love me. 

But I didn’t know how completely his children would fill his thoughts. 

I didn’t know his desire to provide for his children and their mother would make him rise every morning before the sun dares to rise; would push him to work such long hours;  would give him the strength to come home tired but ready to play with and eat with and read to his children.

Never has he shirked from a responsibility.  From the very beginning my husband has been in the trenches with me as we feed them, clothe them, laugh with them, read with them, guide them.

I celebrate my husband and my children’s father, every day a living example of the man I want my son to become and the ideal I want my daughter to marry.

And so, on Father’s Day, I shout to the world how proud I am of my children’s Father, who so wholly and perfectly encapsulates the word.

I love you, Hubby.