The week my father died, a young man came into the Brazilian record shop I was manning for my friend and owner.
He was the only patron in the store who spoke to our regular unhoused friend like he wasn’t a pariah (Hippie Lou was a fixture in the store and all regulars adored him but new costumers tended to look at him wearily). He smiled at Hippie Lou big and wide, the best smile I had ever seen and they talked for a while.
I knew then that he was one of the best humans I would ever meet.
I was right. He is the bestest partner I could have hoped for (thanks for the parting gift, dad!)
And obviously, he is also the bestest dad to L and R.
I’ve learnt so much about holding space for others while making sure to take care of yourself as well from you. It’s truly a skill that is beautiful to watch.
L and R simply adore you, your games, your songs, your stories.
As I told you so awkwardly this morning, “I am so darn lucky that you are the dad I get to be a mom with”. I don’t even know what that word soup means but if anyone gets it (you, me, us) is YOU.
Happy Father’s Day, love.
