Father’s Day

 Today we let Rob sleep in a bit but the kids were waiting for him when he woke with homemade gifts. We had a perfect day of rest. We watched movies and ate takeout and spent time with him. We are so grateful to have his sweet soul in our lives. He has taught me what is really important. He is always there with a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on when times are complicated. He makes me laugh till I can’t breathe. Which is impressive. I am pretty funny. It’s hard to make me laugh. But he manages to do it daily. He deals with a complex teenager, a dramatic tween and a new baby with grace and energy. Rob teaches in a highly challenging environment with misunderstood children that have serious needs and he lifts them up as well as his co workers. 

My kids and I needed Rob more than we ever realized. 


As I sit writing this, I am laid out on the couch with some kind of bug. Rob has chased me around all day trying to take care of me, on his special day. 


“Today is your day!” I kept telling him. 


Until a bit ago. He finally forced me to stay put and went up to calm the baby. I can hear him singing and her cries calming. She will fall asleep in his arms, knowing all is right with the world. He has that effect. 

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