He said all he wanted for Father’s Day was to spend time with his family. With me. With Marshall. For the three of us to just be together.
(Even to type three instead of four is so hard still.)
And maybe some pancakes at his favorite brunch spot.
So that is exactly what we did. It was a wonderfully relaxing day.
And though the day wasn’t for me, somehow I ended up being the one receiving a gift.
Marshall had just woken from a nap, and Jon went to meet his freshly opened eyes and get him into a fresh diaper.
I stood in the kitchen scraping carrot mash from the food processor into an ice cube tray to create baby-sized portions.
My hand reached up to turn off the monitor as I often do when Jon is in the nursery with him.
This time I turned the volume up instead.
For the next several minutes it was just a chorus of coos shared by a daddy and his boy. I could not stop grinning.
These two have such an immense love for each other! They are already best buds.
I am so happy that they have each other, and that I have them.