Papa Love

This is a re-post from two years ago that a friend and reader reminded me of a couple of months back when she found it in the archives. I've been looking forward to sharing it with you again this year. I have re-read it twice before re-posting it today and both times I choked up and got all teary. Sheesh. I love this guy.

Father's Day coincides with Pete's birthday each year (as well Summer Solstice and the big LuSa show at the MREA). I want Pete to know how important he is – to me, to the kids. To all of us – even if he's knee-deep in soap sales without us this weekend.

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Dear Pete,

I am a lucky girl.

We met when I was only twenty-one. I had pink hair and an apartment. In a city.

That was a lifetime ago. In the sixteen since we met and fell in love we have had a great adventure begun a great adventure.

Countless road trips, a thousand dreams, a
million kajillion projects. Fly fishing, snowboarding, paddling, and
camping. Four towns, five homes, and lots and lots of ice cream.
(Really. A disgusting amount if you do the math. I need to stop
thinking about it. My belly is starting to hurt.)

We have shared our home and our love with two rats, one snake, four cats, two dogs, twenty-some chickens, and now two kids.

The two kids changed allot.

We have both had moments of "really? we
did this on purpose?" as we faced another sleepless night. But as you
evolved almost instantly into Papa eight summers ago, you became a
different man. An amazingly different man.


No one taught you how to father. But you are making it up beautifully as you go along.

Husband. Friend. Partner. Father.

Teacher. Barber. Barista. Love.





Homeopath. Doctor. Researcher. Technician.

Musician. Comedian. Chef. Chauffeur.


So from Lupine, Sage, and I, thank you for being that guy.

The one who embraced radical ideas that
have shaped our life. (Like homebirth. Family bed. Natural immunity.
Waldorf. Unschooling. Gentle parenting. Extended breastfeeding. The
basic stuff of how we live.) I cannot imagine where our family would be
were it not for your support of my radical-hippie-mama ideas.


Thank you for being that guy who puts the
seat down without ever being asked. The one who takes our kids skating
and fishing and on adventures to find magic river crystals. The one who
makes me a latte every morning and asks how my night was. The one who
doesn't bat an eye when our son comes out in the pink fairy wings and a
tulle skirt and says that he is the "queen of fairy land."

That guy.

That really wonderful, kind, thoughtful,
loving guy. (Or, in the words of an old friend's loser ex-boyfriend
"Dude, knock it off. You're making it hard for the rest of us.")

Thank you for making it hard for the rest of them.

I love you baby.

Happy Father's Day. And happy birthday.


And to my dad (AKA Bumpie) and all the other papas, have a wonderful Father's Day. You bless our lives.

6 thoughts on “Papa Love

  1. Kristen- Marinade Handmade says:

    I love this post! It made me so happy to hear all those sweet things…I’m going to go tell my guy how much I love him now, as he is also a guy who makes it harder for the rest of them. 🙂 Thanks for sharing this with us!

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