These birthdays keep sneaking up and reminding me how little I have written lately. They are good rhythm-keepers of my year.
This time it is the husband’s birthday. He is knee-deep in paperwork and responsibilities at work, so the day itself won’t be much of a celebration. The party will have to wait a few days, but I know the kids are eager to celebrate Dad. They know that they are fortunate: they have a Dad who loves them generously and well. A Dad who is playful and creative, but also who expects the best from them.
More than that, a husband who is patient and compassionate. Who is willing to care well for all of us, taking on my parents as his own. That is worth celebrating.