Dream come true.

The years when I enjoyed my children the most were easily the years when I was the most involved with them; their earliest childhood (including when they were babies). I was blessed with almost endless energy for them, and immensely enjoyed being with and taking care of my dear little ones.

Because my good husband was always so involved and helpful with them in every way, it didn’t occur to me that it didn’t come as easily or naturally to him- looking after our babies and toddlers and preschoolers. Poor man; years later he made a casual comment which stopped me in my tracks. It was something to the effect of him being somewhat relieved that that labour-intensive part of parenting was now over.

What!? Really? He hadn’t adored every minute of it as I had? Who knew?

It turned out that he enjoyed fatherhood more and more, the older our offspring grew. Not only that, but he told me on more than one occasion that he was actually looking forward to them all becoming adults! He had this dream in his mind, of us sitting around a table with our grown children, talking and laughing together…

This weekend we are celebrating Emma’s 18th birthday as a family, so Jack and his wife Bethany, and Mary and her boyfriend Ethan drove down last night from Calgary. Emma was here in town as well for a while during the evening… Everyone sat around the candlelit table late last night, obligingly eating cherries and coconut macaroons and sipping rooibos; we talked and laughed and basked in the light of each other’s love.

Kirby’s dream is coming true. And, as it turns out, he was right. It’s wonderful.

#family #happiness #joy #together #feedingmypeople #home

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