I am writing this at 5 a.m. on the day before my first Father’s Day as a dad. My daughter is swaddled up, sleeping on my desk after her 4 a.m. bottle. It’s raining outside. I am not a birthday guy. Never have been. Growing up, I always felt an odd sense of guilt on my birthdays. I didn’t like the spotlight. I didn’t want the attention. Our time on earth is limited, and a birthday marks another year gone. Even as a child I felt an overwhelming sense that we have so little time on earth and there’s so much to do. Birthdays are a reminder or our mortality. I’ve always been a bit skeptical of people who actually cared about or, worse yet, celebrated their birthdays. And yet, I am proud to say it: I am so excited for Father’s Day tomorrow. Not for a gift or to play golf. No, but to actually be a father on Father’s Day. My dad once said that he felt, growing up, that he was born to be a father. He didn’t mean it in a boastful way. He saw fatherhood as a vocation, not a check-in-the-box. I felt and feel the same way.…Continue reading Prayer on a (bonus) Father’s Day
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Surprise mom and dad
Our baby came early. Born at 32 weeks, my little Ada has to start her life in the special care unit. We are in the middle of it right now, so the feelings are raw. One moment we are tired. One moment my wife cries and I’m the strong one. The next moment I’m crying and my wife has to carry the load. But in each moment, her face predominates. Leaving her each night is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
“Ain’t it funny how a melody can bring back a memory”
One of the most pleasant sounds in the world to me is the sound of loose change being dropped into a change jar. Why? you ask. Am I that much of a modern-day, money-hungry Scrooge that I even like the sound of loose change, mere pennies and nickels, clinking together? No, no, although I do like money, this noise means much more to me than money. You see, growing up that noise meant the fun was about to start. How’s that? you wonder. When I heard that noise, it meant my dad had just arrived home from work. He’d hug and kiss us all, walk upstairs and–while changing into his fun clothes–he’d drop his day’s worth of loose change into his change jar. That sounds meant the fun was about to begin. He’d walk downstairs, and we’d hang out for a bit before dinner. After dinner, we’d go outside and have a catch or play hoops until bedtime. In the winter it meant basement sports or wrestling. These times–from 6:30 to 9 p.m.–were some of the best times of my life. Even though I would have played outside all day in the summer, playing and hanging with my dad was…Continue reading “Ain’t it funny how a melody can bring back a memory”
Putting your old gift cards to work: “The gift card date”
Here’s something fun my wife and I came up with. You know that pile of unused gift cards stacked up in your junk drawer? Grab the cards up and make it a date. Buzz around town using them even if each one is a departure from the previous one. It’s fun because the date is “free” and you don’t know quite how it will go. Our date idea was pretty last minute, and we had limited time, but we still had a blast. First, we went to Lion’s Tap, Minnesota’s best burger place (full disclosure: I worked there in high school). I brought along an old gift card I found in the junk drawer and asked our server if there was any money on it. She ran the card through their system and noted it had $10 on it. She printed off a receipt showing me the $10 balance, and I noticed the something on the printout. The gift card was from 2010. I had this lunch for free with an eight year-old gift card: Next, we went off to use a movie theater gift card. The gift card had $30 on it from my wife’s birthday. We watched the new…Continue reading Putting your old gift cards to work: “The gift card date”