In Between

On Daddy's Day it began and ended for us in the way that all good days do... with a little something or other delicious. Preferably first served in bed...
And later under the dwindling sunlight in our backyard...
But in between... in between is where you find it really matters. In between is where it's hard and wonderful and glorious and nerve wracking. Because that's where you change endless diapers, soothe boo boos, sing at the top of your lungs, mediate disagreements, remind little hands to be gentle, blow bubbles and slurp homemade popsicles on a hot day, cover trees or faces in the backyard with finger paints for the fun of it. That was our Father's Day 2010, our first one to celebrate with four females to ooh and ahh over the one male who provides for us and keeps our family going strong.

So it also was during the week Daddy took off as I continue to heal. We took turns storing up a little extra rest, but at some point most afternoons we would load up the family and head out for a little fun or special adventure. Or we'd do something out of the ordinary from the comforts of home. There was a trip to the creek to discover all manner of crayfish, minnows, and bugs-- nature is Daddy's speciality. First picnics for Alysse. Twister and S'mores over the inaugural bonfire of the season. Park time as honorary explorers and farmer's markets and Smoothie King and sparkler ashes blown onto the drive as the week wound down.

You know. Lots and lots of the in-between.








Daddy lives for the in-between.

And we love that about him.
~Katrina