How can you bless your children’s father for being that amazing dad?
As soon as I saw him interact with his younger brothers and sisters, I knew, I just knew, that one day he was going to be a great dad.
Wait, I take that back.
I knew that one day he was going to be an amazing dad to any future kids he had.
I was just hoping they would also be mine.
But back up. I wasn’t even married to him or engaged for that matter. I had only known my now-husband for about a month then, and already I was dreaming about marrying him and starting a family someday!
Lucky for me, he felt the same way.
But I’m not sure he felt that way a month after we had known each other. He took his time promising himself to me, while I was ready to jump right in and marry him, like yesterday and at 19 years old.
There was only one problem.
I had been informed by one of my doctors that it would be difficult to nearly impossible for me to have children.
Crazy In Love
We met in June, two weeks after I graduated high school. In January Josh told me he loved me for the first time. By April we were engaged and married by August.
I was 19 years old and he was 18 years old.
Just little baby newlyweds all goo-goo eyed and crazy in love.
Three weeks after our honeymoon, a nudge of intuition pushed me to buy a specific kind of test, you know…the kind that tells you if your life is going to change dramatically in about nine months?
I had planned on taking the test on my lunch break, but when my mother-in-love walked into the building where I worked, my inability to keep a secret got the better of me, and I told her my suspicions – she, in turn, encouraged me to take the test right away. So I did.
Right away a pink line indicating that I was going to be a parent popped up and my heart nearly burst.
I was pregnant. I was pregnant with his child.
We were going to be parents, and I would finally get to see him with a little tiny baby cradled in his arms…an image that has been prominently glued to my memory, an image that makes my heart leap and almost burst at the thought.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! ~ Psalm 127:3-5
Three kids (two daughters and a son) later, I still feel the same way as I did when I watched him first interact with his siblings. But now my heart skips a beat because I see him laughing, playing, comforting, and training them, not to mention teaching and showing them the love of Christ.
What more could I ask for in a husband and father?
Peanut Butter Butterfinger Pie
It’s our church’s Father’s Day tradition of serving all the men pies after our Sunday service (they serve us breakfast on Mother’s Day).
My husband is kind of crazy about any kind of peanut butter dessert so I generally try to make something that I know he specifically will enjoy. This Peanut Butter and Butterfinger pie is definitely one of those, and if the father of your children is anything like mine, I promise that he will enjoy this pie for Father’s Day, too.
*What are some of your Father’s Day traditions?
Chels is a born-again believer who dreams of living with all four seasons in Central Oregon. She’s a wife and stay at home mom to her four vivacious kiddos whom she home schools. When she’s not schooling or chasing after her munchkins, she enjoys reading, bubble baths, and finding clothing/kitchen treasure at thrift stores. But more than all of that, she finds refuge in her kitchen where she and her husband can be found cooking and baking up a storm for their family and friends. You can read more about her culinary endeavors at CatzintheKitchen.com.