Fatherhood

We were talking the other day about how as kids, our parents - and fathers in particular - seem to know everything about everything. They had full control over our little worlds and you knew just as long as Dad was there, it was all going to be okay. In reality, we are realizing they probably felt a bit like they were flying by the seat of their pants, not always quite sure what the hell they were doing and figuring it out as they went. As the first kids of our families, we know this was particularly true, and being on this side of it, we have a lot more respect for how much they were actually taking on behind the scenes.

Although we are now running our own baby's little world (and hopefully not screwing her up too badly), we still turn to them for advice on the important things. They are still the ones who know everything when we are at a loss.


My grandfather, Johnnie, is who everyone in my family turns to when they are at a loss. As wise as he is generous and kind, he's an incredibly important part of our lives and we are very lucky to have him so nearby.




This sweet man has been nothing short of amazing in all respects since the moment Eliza was born; he has a magic way of quieting her down and took to fatherhood instantly. They adore one another.

From day one he took every new transition in stride, billing as many hours as possible at work while also taking care of me and the baby, waiting on us hand and foot around the clock, driving us to the doctor, keeping the house clean. We are both sleep deprived, and there is much more on his shoulders than mine at the moment. He's made it look incredibly easy, and we are both so lucky to have him. Happy Father's Day to Daddy Jack and Big Steve, my stepfather John, my grandfather Johnnie, and the wonderful guy I married. XO