i want to start this post off with a short story from my childhood that has been on my mind rather frequently as of late. i was maybe 6 or 7 years old, and my sister hannah, who is just 18 months younger than me, must have been either 5 or 6, depending. we were sitting together playing in the library room of our home where my dad was taking a work call. (we were lucky to have him working from home a few days a week during these years.) i remember my sister hannah starting to move over to my dad and tugging on his arm rather urgently, saying, “daddy, daddy! i have to tell you something! daddy, daddy! it’s important!” i remember my dad trying to signal to her to hold on a second, but she was persistent. so he asked the person on the other end of his call if they could hold for a minute, and then he turned to my little sister to give her his full attention. she excitedly exclaimed, “remember when we went camping up in the mountain and made that big fire together?” and this is the part of the memory that i haven’t been able to stop playing in my mind over and over again as of late. my dad paused, realizing she had finished her thought which she felt was so important and urgent to share at that very moment. i remember being just slightly old enough to realize that that was maybe not something of great importance and could have waited. and i remember so vividly waiting to see how my dad would respond. after he paused, he kind of smiled and replied, “was that what you wanted to tell me?” my little sister nodded so proudly. and then he went on, “yes! that was a really fun camping trip! we need to go again! what else to do remember from that trip?” … i don’t recall how long the conversation continued after that point or when he got back on his call, but i’ll never forget quietly observing that exchange as a little girl and realizing what importance and value my own dad placed on his role of being a dad.
perhaps it’s because i am in that chapter of life right now where i have little hands and voices forever vying for my attention, and sometimes it is a struggle to give the type of response my dad did so well so many years ago, but that memory has been one that i haven’t been able to shake lately. and i’m so thankful for it.
what stood out to me instantaneously and i found so attractive about josh when i started getting to know him a million years ago was hearing him talk about how much he looked forward to being a father someday and the way he wanted to make sure family was always a first priority. ten years of marriage later, what i love even more about the man is that he has never been just talk. his children are his everything, and family has always remained his top priority. it has been a complete joy to watch this incredible man thrive in his role as a father. there are so many moments during each day where he reminds me so very much of my own dad during that conversation with my little sister when we were little girls. and i’m just very very thankful to be his teammate and get to parent along side him.
sometimes i’m not sure dad’s get enough credit. but i see so many around the streets and playgrounds and museums of new york stepping up and being fully present and playful with their children and it just makes my heart happy. i want to wish a very happy father’s day to our own dad’s, to my sweet husband, to my kids’ amazing uncles that they are truly obsessed with! and happy father’s day to all the men out there that do so much every day for their families and children.