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Dad-graditude

For music of all sorts. For rough housing. For quiet companionship and epic card battles. For weathered tee shirts and an enduring love of wilderness and for the sort of restlessness which always unearths deeper truth.

Thank you, Dad.

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For raising strong, kind, dry-humored boys with hearts of gold to be the kind of decent men the world so desperately craves, one of whom I am so blessed to call mine. For reveling in your grandchildren.

Thank you, Odin.

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For the love, fun, and wisdom you offer Owlet and Platypup. For being fully present in your own children’s lives and for allowing them the freedom to grow in their own perfect ways. For doing so while overriding your own childhood experience. For the courageous example that sets.

Thank you, Legolas.

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For being such wonderful grandfathers. For always being a quiet place to retreat. For just the right amount of mischief. For the many fine and quirky qualities my parents inherited from you.

Thank you, Granddad and Papa.

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For being my equal partner in this parenting gig. For demonstrating overwhelming affection for your children at each turn. For rising to every challenge. For teaching them to build and garden and cook and make music and read and romp around like puppies and above all to love deeply, quietly, and ever so fully.

Thank you, Thor.

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Cleaniversary

So I really meant to write something for Father’s Day. Or Thor’s birthday. But the problem was we were sort of busy… And when I asked Thor what he wanted to do with our available free time (around my teaching schedule, while my dad and aunt were babysitting) he wanted to clean.

Seriously.

So we did. And it was refreshing and wonderful and all the things cleaning should be.

And also exhausting.

That first day we got this:

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Which was previously a pile of the many, many things we didn’t want to leave accessible to the next generation. We did a lot more than that, but nothing else got finished enough for photo shooting.

Today, solo parenting mind you, I somehow achieved this:

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And am all sorts of proud. One room mostly-down (there’s a bookshelf top left to tackle, intentionally out of frame), five to go.

Happy birthday and happy Father’s Day to my dear, sweet, hard-working husband. May you be pleasantly surprised when you get home and see the above transformation complete.

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