Today I am celebrating:
Parenthood
Sunday was rough. With literally every married person either expecting or already having a child and Dave and I being the only ones without children, Father's day wasn't the most inclusive day. On top of that all the fathers (ie. every man but Dave)s were pulled together for a photo. It's not as if we don't want kids. Most women desire to be a mom long before they're ever old enough to even bare children. It just isn't our time. Both our hearts (but since they are one, perhaps it is only our heart) long for children like nothing else. Children. Not child. However, since school takes up just as much time as a child, our lives are going to be ruled by another child for awhile.
However, just because we don't physically have any children, we are still parents- in a way. I see Dave with his nephews, and he is exactly as a dad should be. And today, for the first time we saw the fruits of our labour this spring. Two tiny green tomatoes hung from a vine beside blossoms today. I guess we are parents- in a way.
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