Phillip…I love you.
I cannot express what you have brought to my world. I thank you for being able to an anchor amidst everything else swirling round about.
I want to thank you for all that you have done in the life of our children and our family. I thank you for being able to take the whelps of a Mother Bear, and raise them as your own blood. I thank you for all you have done.
I have watched you grow into fatherhood. I watched you go from timid to tender. I have watched you be able to discern what is an imaginary monsters in closets or bad days at school. I thank you for being the thunder in the room that puts to bed all that is unruly or flight what would cause nightmares.
I have watched you embrace this journey of being a married man with children. I have watched you grow up that much more. I have watched you put hands and thought to what it is you desire to build; fortify what it is you want no one to take. I have watched you realize that strength sometimes means apologizing, listening and allowing space for life to not be perfect. I have watched you become more intent on doing the right thing for the right time for the best outcome. I have watched you walk in whom you’re going to be.
I have been witness to you being a better husband. I have watched you wonder after me, wanting to know why I do what I do for you. I only respond, “…because I love you, and want you to be okay.” I have seen you pour pieces of yourself into me, and into our US…and even when it has not turned out how you wanted.
We decided that we wanted to ‘do life’ together, and there have been storms we have encountered that would have killed average people. Those storms have rocked the boat we were in to the point that it splintered, and all that was left to hang on to…was one another.
All that is still left to hold onto…is one another.
In all that we have, and all that we will maintain…you told me that I could hang on to you…and you to me.
On Father’s Day, I want to thank you for all you have done for us. When it was easier to leave, leave broken and resign to apathy.
Thank you for the fight, babe. Thank you for not succumbing to the fears passed down and on that would keep you planted in malice, suspicion and doubt. Thank you for being what is needed when the right thing isn’t easy…or always comfortable.
Thank you for letting me know how not to be strong all the time.
Thank you for showing our children that Daddies are human, and they need love and support too.
Thank you for showing the girls that the man that says they love them, must SHOW them.
Thank you for being able to see past the pretty, and love the woman beneath all of it.
Thank you for being able to take my hand, and hold it, when all the world gets dark and scary.
I love you.