Kurt's Day

In lieu of the traditional Father's Day card, how about a post in honor of the resident dad of the house? I am sure bloggers across America are doting on daddies today, and I will happily join that bandwagon because ours surely deserves it.



Dear Kurt,

How do we count the ways in which you are totally rad? Nearly impossible. From listening to me weep on tough days to taking a paci run for Lily at 4 a.m. to pitching in with housework that I can't seem to get done to rushing home from work when I nearly slice my finger off to taking the kids to the library...you really are OUTSTANDING. I am so grateful that God gave me the perfect partner in this world of parenting and that you extend me such grace as I try to figure out who I am as a mother. Thank you for working so hard so that I can be home with Westie and Lily and enduring the "simple" life that that entails (i.e. taping Friday Night Lights on VHS when 90% of of Americans have cable with DVR). This is an exhausting chapter of our lives, but I know that decades from now when our children have left the house we will look back on this time and miss it terribly. It is such a paradox, but in the most chaotic time in my life, I have more peace than I've ever known. Thank you for continuing to lead me down the paths of God's peace.

I'll leave you with a couple of quotes from our recent days of parenting that make me smile (if not almost pee my pants)

Weston (making his cow speak to the donkey): "What's up donk?"

You (before bed one night in reference to Weston's picky attitude about eating): "Do you think kids starving in other countries whine about being hungry?"

With much love from your proud wife :)

Here's a picture of Weston decorating your Father's Day card. He tried to convince me to draw a cow on it, but I refused.