happy day

i hope your father's day was special. henry and i tried our best to show joey how much we love and appreciate him, because he really is the best daddy.

it's amazing to me how revealing it is becoming a parent. it's like all of your vulnerabilities and strengths come pouring out like lava, displayed on the ground around your feet while ashes of your former, composed self speckle the air around you. when henry was born, my vulnerabilities came out in droves, pushing aside any strengths or bits of composure i had left and trampling them to the ground. it was ugly, and probably still is. 

when joey became a daddy, when he held henry is his arms for the first time - up against his bare chest - he looked so natural. he looked at peace. joey was born to be a daddy. he has a nurturing spirit that dispels all worry, soothes any pain. and more than that, more than the incredible way joey molded himself so perfectly into the phenomenal daddy he is, he somehow finds a way to become a better husband and partner ever single day. he is our hero, and we are so very very lucky to call him ours.

on saturday, henry woke up a little before six, so we let joey sleep in while we played together downstairs. henry is so giggly in the mornings - he and i share a love for early mornings that joey doesn't quite understand. although, henry likes his mornings a little earlier than even i can understand... we're working on that!

my early bird:

and, our day at the pool on saturday:

side note: henry's hot pink floaty was the very last on the shelf when we stopped by target the other weekend. h didn't seem to mind a bit, and we celebrated that our son was happy as a lark and his head was safely above sea-level. (although joey had his eye on that purple and green identical floaty beside the pool (top left), and just about asked the little girl who owned it for a swap out. he wisely maintained restraint).