KDUNK

Dear Hubs,

A Father’s Day tribute…from the archives.

As you may recall this photo was taken a few minutes after our daughter was born. At the time I wanted to be one of those badass women that takes a photo of her own baby being born (minus the gross parts). Wasn’t happening. It didn’t matter in the end because this photo was my favorite of all and the video of this same moment – you talking to our baby girl for the first time – forget it. I can’t watch the video without 75 tissues at hand.

Even though the photo is still and non-moving I bet others can tell what a moving moment this was. Our daughter was born. You became a father. The hustle and bustle of the room had finally turned from doctors and nurses and tubes and STUFF to the quiet sounds of our little daughter making her snorts and squeaks. We were finally a family.

And Christ – sorry about the socks. Remember those? Neon orange socks from the dollar store? I’m surprised the doc was even able to birth Lilian and was not blinded by the mere sight of them. But they were so warm on those cold hospital floors. And those cinder block swollen feet that you rubbed for months – I thank you.

I thank you for all of it. For your amazing ability to love our daughter the way I love her. And you.

We love you.
Happy Father’s Day.
Hap-py

xo wife