This little expression of us, walking around flesh and blood,
started with you
and me,
with a smile and a spark,
a dinner and late-night talks
and walks in the park under the
moonlight.
This shared dream conceived long ago,
a family,
a life – just one between us, to share,
unwrapped slowly over years,
missteps and tears,
triumphs and quiet moments that stole away before we knew
they were memories.
Fatherhood looks good on you,
the way their little eyes shine as they look
up
into your steady face,
crawl into your strong arms to find home,
just like I always have,
always will.
The late-night cries,
hard-won weekends,
fantastical stories and morning snuggles
where you embody this balance between
softness and
strength –
this is the soil where love grows.
From Dada to Daddy to Dad,
you grow with them,
alongside them,
so they’ll never be alone on this journey of
becoming.
The ways you’ve grown into these shoes
you now walk in,
at the playground and pediatrician,
ice cream shop and soccer field,
makes my heart full,
to be the one to witness you,
your life,
your way with these little beings that will carry on
our legacy of love.
