two dads

there was a morning in my history. a morning just like all the others. had to wake up earlier to get the children up early. that yellow bus would be outside with door ajar and we had to be waiting before that bus would round the corner.

this morning i was a bit annoyed. annoyed with my other half. why did he get to sleep in longer? why didn't he ever think to offer to let me sleep in? just one glorious morning not having to wake at the crack of dawn? that's all i need. just one morning. why did i have to drag his children from their slumber, force them to dress, brush teeth and hair? make sure they had food for breakfast and lunch. make sure the shoes were tied. check back packs. make sure they were waiting and the bus wasn't honking...

and as we stood side by side, me grumbling to myself, him getting a drink of water, it donned on me...

...maybe, just maybe, he wants to sleep in one day. maybe, just maybe, he doesn't want the weight of the world on his shoulders. maybe he would like to rest from taking care and making sure he has a job to go to in the morning. a job so we can have our desires.

and i was a bit embarrassed. at myself.

i gently placed the dishes in the sink instead of chucking them at his head. (i've never actually had those thoughts. really.)

chris is a good provider. a good person. a hard worker. a great surfer. a better dad. i'm constantly watching him thankful he's mine. thankful he's the father of these crazy bunch of children. i love him. they love him.

so happy father's day to him.

and to my father.

every post i write i think of my dad. i can't say "my kids", or "these dang kids are driving me crazy", or "i love these great kids of mine." because growing up every single time anyone would say "kid" my dad would say, 'they are not baby goats. they are children.'
so every single time i write a post and every single time i write the word "kid" i change it to "children" because they are not baby goats. they are children.

i'm thankful for his example. for his hard work. for his love. for waking up every morning and walking to work. for being a wonderful dad. i love you too dad.