To my Husband on his First Father’s Day

My love. My rock. My husband. Preston’s dad.

This isn’t the first Father’s Day weekend I envisioned for you. I envisioned us going to breakfast as a family to eat your favorite – eggs, pancakes & bacon. I envisioned us going to the beach & watching you dip Preston’s feet in the ocean. I envisioned you reading him his ABC’s, counting to 10 and spelling out his name like you did every night, while you rocked him to sleep. I envisioned anything but this.

Although Preston can’t be here with us, I know he is in heaven telling his friends all about his amazing daddy. Telling them about how you carefully organized all his books and hung his shelves, how you picked out all of his matching Polo outfits, how you decided to enroll at Harvard 4 weeks before his due date so he would be “proud of you”, and how incredibly strong you have been for his mommy these past 2 months.

I couldn’t have asked God for a more amazing husband and daddy than you, my love. And even though our life has taken a tragic turn, my love for you has only grown deeper. Because we now know the depths of sorrow, we will just the same come to know an even greater joy. One that we could only know through our sweet Preston. The sun will shine again, and it will be brighter than ever before. We just have to keep holding on…to Him & to each other ♥️

.. he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair.

– Isaiah 61:3