a father’s day report.
I didn’t take any family picture on the day. so much love was given.
the presents Claire organized, the letters, the preparations, the two weeks Jean so difficulty held her tongue about the tote bag she had been preparing at school, the endless and shy love of Sid manifested through AFL football and dad jokes, the words Zsuzsa writes so beautifully.
there isn’t one moment I am not grateful to share my life with these humans, and for the miraculous opportunity I was given to be celebrated on this day.
