(I’ll probably take down the picture in a few days, since I still prefer some measure of privacy when it comes to images of my kids. Still, aren’t they ridiculously cute? As always, I don’t mind sharing photos at Flickr if you seem like a real person who is also not creepy. Drop me a line if you’re interested.)Dear Jellyman,
Happy belated Father’s Day.
Before we got married, I never gave any conscious thought to whether you’d be a good dad. I guess I just wasn’t thinking that far ahead. I wish I had, though, because I think I would’ve loved you even more. Looking back, it’s clear that you always had it in you, and I should’ve known how well that boded for my future.
It’s certain that I do love you more now — now that I’ve seen you in fatherly action. Raisin giggles when you swing her upside-down, Apple grins when he catches sight of you across the room, and Orange snuggles in for a nap next to you on our bed. You pay bills and kiss owies, tell me to take a break when I get stressed out, AND you can cook. Some days it seems to me there’s nothing you can’t do, and I pray to God I’ll never have to find out what I’d do without you.
You are a Mensch. I am proud to be raising children with you, and I hope each of them grows into a hard-working, thoughtful adult just like their daddy.
Thank you for giving me the three most beautiful children in the world.