Father's Day
If the best gift a father can receive is to see his child(ren) happy, then I got a Lexus-in-the-driveway-type gift this weekend (the eggs benedict breakfast and blueberry scones, lovingly prepared by Dinka and Veronika, were just the bow on top). I saw more smiles and heard more laughter in two days than anyone could reasonably expect in a month. These are the kinds of weekends that make the longest work-weeks possible, the kind that keep me up as I'm trying to get to sleep, smiling and remembering Veronika's face when she came running to me after getting off the amusement park motorcycles or watching a smile creep across Ivan's face as he recognized my voice and found my face in the morning. I feel so lucky just to be a part of these people's lives and they want to thank me? Please.
Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there. I wish you all the happiness and inspiration that I felt this weekend. If you find yourself inexplicably moving mountains tomorrow, you'll know that this wish came true.