Fathers

I grew up without a strong father figure in my life. So, Father's Day has always been a difficult 'holiday' as I never really knew how to handle it. Without going into my story here I will mention that my dad today is wonderful. He's a good friend and an interesting conversationalist. We enjoy our time together and I love him dearly.





Now, let's turn our attention to the main Father that I know, my husband. I never knew what kind of Dad Michael would be. Honestly, I knew him as a friend, as a boyfriend and then as a husband but I never really saw him as a 'father'. Can I just tell you that Michael is really one of the best fathers I know? He has exceeded my expectations with our children and I'm really quite proud of him.





Michael is a great dad because he:

• Likes to play with the twins, this means he gets down on their level and pushes cars around, makes noises, digs in the dirt, makes up new games for them.


• invented the 'tent' game which Max and Madeleine love. They have played tent since they were teeny tiny babies.


• listens to his kids. He responds enthusiastically when they tell him something and when they are crying and you cannot understand one word he listens patiently.


• would rather be with his kids than anyone else.


• wants them to dress well and look cool! Often times Max and he are dressed exactly the same.


• is proud of all their accomplishments, even the very small ones (clicking their own carseat, pouring water, venturing a little further in the pool...


• takes pride in adventurous eating, Maxy likes sushi and Madeleine is NOT a vegetarian and seems to rejoice in a good burger or pork chop just like her daddy.


• loves them (and me) unconditionally and shows them daily how much.

I'm resurrecting old pictures here. I love looking at the babies when they were, well, babies. Indulge me.

• Michael last spring at the University of Washington
• Just a sweet pictures of a daddy and his babies