This father's day was different than any other we've had. In the past, the kids have helped me buy an elaborate gift to honor Andrew, their super-dad. This year we were on a very different type of budget. So instead of buying something, we made him a collage of "daddy" pictures. Looking through all these pictures really made me think. Andrew really is the perfect father. He gives so much to be the very best he can. He is so hard on himself-- a closet perfectionist-- and I worry that he doesn't realize what an incredible dad he is. He is so busy with his school-- waking before the sun comes up every morning and burning the midnight oil every night to do the very best he can in med school, and yet there has yet to come a time when we've really needed him that he hasn't been there and been more than ready to help and be involved in any way. While Benjamin was in the NICU in Columbia, Andrew was there with him- every second he could be- to take care of Benjamin and to look after me. While Benjamin's status was critical, he completely took off school, missing almost two full weeks worth of classes and labs (which for most people translates into medical school suicide)-- and then commuting to and from Kirksville every day to attend classes and be with his family as Benjamin healed and got better. He gave everything he could to serve and love his family, putting his schooling on the backburner to insure our well-being. Luckily he was able to finish the term with flying colors-- a real miracle-- but even that didn't make him as happy as he was the day he carried his baby out of the hospital to take him home. He is a good man and an incredible father and this father's day I pay tribute to him for everything he has given and everything that he does to be the world's best dad-- bar none.
6.18.2007
Father's Day
This father's day was different than any other we've had. In the past, the kids have helped me buy an elaborate gift to honor Andrew, their super-dad. This year we were on a very different type of budget. So instead of buying something, we made him a collage of "daddy" pictures. Looking through all these pictures really made me think. Andrew really is the perfect father. He gives so much to be the very best he can. He is so hard on himself-- a closet perfectionist-- and I worry that he doesn't realize what an incredible dad he is. He is so busy with his school-- waking before the sun comes up every morning and burning the midnight oil every night to do the very best he can in med school, and yet there has yet to come a time when we've really needed him that he hasn't been there and been more than ready to help and be involved in any way. While Benjamin was in the NICU in Columbia, Andrew was there with him- every second he could be- to take care of Benjamin and to look after me. While Benjamin's status was critical, he completely took off school, missing almost two full weeks worth of classes and labs (which for most people translates into medical school suicide)-- and then commuting to and from Kirksville every day to attend classes and be with his family as Benjamin healed and got better. He gave everything he could to serve and love his family, putting his schooling on the backburner to insure our well-being. Luckily he was able to finish the term with flying colors-- a real miracle-- but even that didn't make him as happy as he was the day he carried his baby out of the hospital to take him home. He is a good man and an incredible father and this father's day I pay tribute to him for everything he has given and everything that he does to be the world's best dad-- bar none.
Brothers
My boys are so wonderful, I love watching them interact. Benjamin is only two months old, and yet Noah can keep him giggling and laughing for the longest time. Noah takes his self-imposed role as Benjamin's protector very seriously. He insists on attending all of Benjamin's doctors appointments with him, and always wants to hold his hand when he knows things will hurt. Noah is very protective of Benjamin whenever we take him out in public with us. Benjamin was born very sick and is still recovering, and Noah is so good to look after him and keep others at bay. They are the best of friends already, and I love that they love each other like they do. Most of all though, they adore their sister Emma. I love to watch them watch her as she sings to them or plays with them. They love her and you can just tell that my three have been close friends for much, much longer than the short time I have been so lucky to be their mom. It's incredible to me how close they are-- how they can sense each others needs and understand each other, even when all Ben can do is gurgle and giggle. Often Noah knows what Benjamin needs or wants long before I can figure it out. What a special gift they have been given in one another. I feel so lucky to be here to witness it all. Brothers-- what a gift.
Emma Jane-- my breath of sweet, fresh air. She is the smiling face that wakes me up early every morning, the only person in the universe who could get away with it making me smile all the while. She is pure and sweet and gentle and I love her so much. Emma is a very giving little girl. She looks out for her brothers and is always thinking of them first. She loves LOVES her binky, but if either of the boys are sad, she will give it to them without being asked without a second thought. When she is given a treat, it makes her happy, ecstatic even, to share it with you. She loves to make you laugh and to see you smile. Whenever I am sad or stressed, she is always there with "hugs mommy" or "mommy, smile". She is always good for a hug or a cuddle. She reminds me that life is good and God is good and the world is really, really good. Thank goodness for Emma Jane.
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