Father's Day

Last weekend we babysat our nephew for several hours on Saturday. In the afternoon, after Nutella sandwiches, fresh strawberries and kite-flying at the park, My Beloved sat down on the floor and began to teach J how to play chess.

He's five.

Three years ago My Beloved had just 20 hours to be a Father to Thomas, and in that agonizingly short time I saw the sweetest glimpse of what could have been.

As the years pass and I watch him doing things like teaching five-year olds how to play chess, and playing peek-a-boo over the fence with our two-year old Goddaughter, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what kind of Father he would have been to our son.

And what kind of Father he is in his heart.

I love you, Sandy.

For My Beloved...

This is my favourite picture of you and Thomas. Your big finger, his tiny little hand. Both the boys I love so much touching for one precious moment a lifetime ago. It's beautiful and sweet and sad, and it makes me love you both so much I think I might die.

You are truly one of the greatest fathers I have ever known and I am blessed beyond measure to be a witness to it all.

I love you. Happy Father's Day Sandy.