Just when I thought I couldn’t love you any more than I already did…
You became a father.
Watching you love our children makes me
and so grateful.
I know it’s not a glamorous job, this fatherhood thing…
and I know you get tired.
Tired of little hands reaching up to you,
tired of little bodies…and bigger bodies
crawling all over you
begging to be tossed and turned;
snuggled and tickled and
Tired of my weary arms handing over babies
and squirming toddlers
Tired of fixing the broken doors
Tired of reading stories
and tucking in little girls
and rocking babies in the middle of the night.
Tired of holding us all together after a bad day,
of sorting through the squabbles
and dirty laundry.
You work so hard all day,
then come home to us and still..
still you love us
with your strong, weary arms.
You love us with your kisses and your smiles
and the words you say.
I say it over and over again:
how grateful I am for you,
how I couldn’t do this without you,
how I need you.
We need you.
You hold us all together with your strength,
You will never know what it means to us that you come home every night.
That the first thing you do is reach out to hold us.
You will never understand the great mountain you are in our eyes.
How we lean on your greatness;
so steady and sure.
You will never see the light and joy
that I see in our children’s eyes when they look at you.
How the belly laughs and joyous shrieks
and outstretched arms are
special for you.
You’ve captured their hearts.
You will never know how much we all adore you
and how safe you make us feel.
You are a really great Dad.