This photo was taken almost seven years ago; it's a scene so familiar from that time. I remember so many nights (resulting in daytime naps like this), hour after hour, Alexi would patiently carry Abbott around on his forearm, facing him, and rock him and sing to him. After I'd nursed him and he still wouldn't sleep, we didn't know what else to do, and this often worked. I remember so well those early days of parenting, when we were trying to figure out what we were supposed to do. (Guess that pretty much describes what we're still doing, doesn't it?)
The boys rely on Alexi to love and calm them now, just as they did as infants. Recently I've watched as the boys have learned to play hockey - a sport Alexi loves and knows so much about. The 'coaching' he does comes in the form of patience, as he takes them skating again and again and again, and reminds them that it's about having fun, not about the competition..and I know he absolutely believes it.
Watching him become a father has been the greatest inspiration to me in being the mother that I want to be.
Happy Father's Day, Alexi! Thank you for all that you do; it means the world to us. And I wish all of you fathers out there a very special Father's Day weekend full of love.