So I'm a little late posting this blog. I'm not the most consistent person when it comes to writing. I enjoy writing, but I can't tell you how many journals I've started that have only about 4 or 5 entries in them. I actually feel like I'm doing quite well with this blog.
This past Sunday was Father's Day. Quinn and I made my hubby breakfast. OK, so Quinn sat in the Bumbo in the kitchen and played while I made breakfast. Quinn also "made" a footprint at daycare, with the following poem:
"Walk a little slower, please,
My feet are still small.
I'm following in your footsteps
and I don't want to fall.
Sometimes your steps are fast,
and they are hard to see.
So walk a little slower, please,
for you are leading me."
--Author unknown
Before we had Quinn, I knew that when I had a child, I would love that child very much. And of course, I do. What I didn't know was that I would love my husband more as well. Why? I now see more dimensions to him. Things I'd never noticed before, that having a child brought out in him. Happy first father's day, my love.
