"My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived and let me watch him do it."
"You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were."
Happy father's day to the good fathers I have been blessed to love and be loved by—my dad and my husband. My daughter and I are taking her dad to brunch and then bringing him home for the key lime cake she and her BF made him yesterday—they were such a team, working seamlessly together—and fizzy mocktails. As I write this her mixer is whirring in the background, whipping up the meringue icing, and she is zesting limes while watching Friends With Benefits on Netflix. My husband is at a talent auction fundraiser where his flower arranging and seafood gumbo-making skills are being auctioned off to the highest bidder. He'll be home soon, so I better stop blogging and get ready. That photo of my husband and children may be my very favorite; I've posted it here before. It reveals the wholeness of their connection, their tender bond, the simple trust with which they love.