This past Sunday my family, like millions of others, celebrated Father’s Day.
Typically, on Father’s Day my girls ask if I’d like some quiet time to go hiking or work in the garden, and as tempting as it sounds to get some “me time,” I can’t imagine celebrating Father’s Day without the ones who made this gift possible. The older I get the more I realize that I only come to know who I am and who I am called to be through my relationships, especially as father and husband.
Matthew Brower
My wife and I suffered with infertility for the first few years of our marriage. Those who struggle to conceive know this heartbreak well. But I will never forget the day she approached me with tears in her eyes, opening her hand to reveal a pregnancy test with two beautiful pink lines and saying, “I’m pregnant!”
That was one of the best days of my life, when I realized I was a father. And at roughly eight weeks pregnant, we were able to watch in awe a little dot pulsating on a screen while we listened to our daughter’s strong heartbeat. How could someone so little take over my entire heart?
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