Father's Day

I got up with the girls this morning. They really are a wonderful thing to wake up to on most days, and today was one of those days. On Father's Day last year, I was still in the fog of the first 6 months. This year, things are clearer and I've watched the girls grow from incredibly tiny little babies into walking, talking, climbing, running little children.

I am astounded at the speed at which the past 10 months have disappeared.

I am humbled by the gifts that my children have unknowingly given me.

I am grateful for the new perspective on living that has come with their presence.

Their wonder and laughter make me want to be like them.

My "adult" way of being is consistently assaulted by the powerful force of good that flows out of them.

And they crack me up.

Happy Father's Day to me. (and to Pops & Pappy)