On Fathers

There are many great fathers out there, to be sure, and there are many fathers I love, but I am particularly partial to two of them.

My own, who taught me about love, loyalty, and laughter:

It really hit him that I was his daughter when he saw I had his enormous feet

And my husband, who taught me it WAS possible to love someone more than you knew:

When I heard women say they loved their husbands more after seeing them as a father, I always thought it was horrible. They obviously didn't love their husbands all that much before that then, did they? How wrong I was. Seeing him look at her for the first time, I fell in love all over again, in a whole new way. And I love him more every single day.

Then I finally realized how much my father really loved me. I remember looking at Jeremy when Josephine was very tiny and saying in shock "Is it even POSSIBLE that our parents love us as much as we love her?!?!" And now I know they do. Thank you.

Thanks, dads I love. You are amazing.