Happy Father's Day

The day has came and gone. The celebration of the day we are celebrated as parents, made possible by a little girl that came into our lives nearly a year ago today. Last year during this time, we cheated and celebrated these days secretly due to technicality. But this year, we are loud and we are proud to be celebrated as parents of a little girl.

Today was her Daddy's day, and while we did not do anything extravagant by any mean, we went to bed feeling extremely happy and blessed, and those are signs of a day fully celebrated.

We celebrated a man who loves his family. When I met him nearly four years ago (on June 24th), I would never have imagined I was meeting my child's father, but from where I am standing today, I never could have imagined a different man. Our girl really is lucky to be able to call him Daddy, or at this stage of life, Dada.

Happy First Father's Day, honey.
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Father's day weekend, we lived in our bathing suits.

I have this exact image of her father and I sitting at the pool where we first met. I have to dig it up.



We leave them out to dry and we start all over again.

This swing makes for a perfect swimsuit drying spot until they can be used again.

These long summer days are my favorite. The days that lead up to that longest day of the year, the day that will end the long cold winter days and sometimes even chillier spring days, the summer solstice, is torture. I usually watch the weather like a hawk during the month of June, for that number that would indicate I should trade my pants for my swimsuit bottom.

As the days get longer and longer, I drive home from work, the sun beating on my black leather car, I sit in traffic willing for the cars to drive faster so I can trade my business attires for something more freeing. When I pull into my driveway, I couldn't kick off my heels fast enough to slip my feet into flip flops or sometimes nothing at all.


Life is freeing, live it that way.

My girl loves the water. The more the water splashes her face, the more she's thrilled by it.



She obviously did not get her love of water from me because I can't swim, but her father is a fish. As they play together happily, my girl laughing hysterically and my husband happily indulge, I do what I do best, take pictures, both physically and mentally, to preserve this day well spent and seeing my husband celebrated as a father. It was a success.