In the spring of 2014 I found out I was pregnant with twins. I have been documenting my journey in weekly snippets but haven’t posted them till now. I will be periodically posting these thoughts, starting from the beginning. This was written June 17, 2014.
Like so many people in this country, we spent this past Sunday celebrating Father’s Day. We were able to spend the day with family which Nate and I are both lucky to have live locally. There is nothing like family. Bonded forever by something invisible, it is also one of the strongest forces. And as we get older and the circle of life continues, our family continues to get bigger. We find more love in our hearts and we love in ways we didn’t know we were capable of.
Even though, Karson and Lucy aren’t born yet, I still considered this to be Nate’s first Father’s Day so it was extra special for us. The thought of my husband becoming a father fills me over with joy and tugs at my emotional, pregnant heartstrings. He’s going to be an amazing dad. He’s beyond excited, but like any new parent, I’m sure he has his own disquietude. Becoming a dad comes with a lot of responsibility. The thought of taking care of a wife, a house, car payments, bills, maintaining a career and being responsible for new offspring for, pretty much, forever, is enough to give anyone a little anxiety. But Nate’s character and undying devotion has shown me he’s up for the job.
And that’s tough to do because I have high expectations of what a Dad should be. I have been lucky to have the best dad in the world. He’s always been there no matter what. He’s watched out for me and guided me but has also given me the encouragement and support to follow my dreams. He’s always been there no matter what, and even though I’m 31 and having my own babies, I still feel like daddy’s little girl.
To wrap up Father’s Day and to fulfill his birthday present from April, my sister and I took my dad out fishing with a fishing guide. Whenever we go fishing with Dad, he ends up doing all the work and even dads deserve some fun with a break. So strapped up in my husbands rain gear, I waddled onto the boat and we spent a beautiful day fishing on the Oregon Coast. It was Karson and Lucy’s first but not last fishing trip with their grandpa. Dad was the only one to catch a fish, but the day was perfect.