A Father

For the man whose arms are strong enough to carry my children, whole worlds, my warm, pulsing life-prayers.  For the man strong enough to take his life and lay it right down with wide open laps and storybooks and paying the stacks of bills and long, slow walks and bike rides and swinging outside and plunged toilets and even longer hours and hauled bags of garbage and laughing tag at twilight and then, night upon thousandth night, arms folded by bedsides, head bowed, heart humble before God and family,
the way a real man leads.  I love you honey.  Happy Father's Day!