My first Father’s Day as a father
Giotto's "Saint Francis preaching to the birds"
This is my very first Father’s Day as both a son and a father. Other than the blazing heat that feels more like August than June, it has been a very good day.
When we found out we were expecting, a good friend and fellow writer who is also a father urged me to write down thoughts and events as much as possible, as a kind of fatherly discipline. I haven’t been as faithful in the discipline as I’ve wanted. But, in the spirit of the day, here is what I wrote for February 1, 2009.
Saint Francis on a Sunday Morning
This morning you sat in my lap while we sat in church. And I found myself watching you during most of the service. Your back is getting stronger, and with help you are beginning to sit up on your own. You have discovered your own…
