A day late and a dollar short, as usual, but here’s one for the fathers. Today (and every, really) I find myself incredibly grateful for my own dad, who set an nearly impossible standard as husband and father, and Oskar, the only guy I’ve met who meets that standard. On a scale of 1 to St. Joseph, these two are up there!
Oskar and my pops on Father’s Day. Both soccer fans, and very serious about the Italy vs. Mexico game.
This year more than any other, I’m acutely aware of the many sacrifices Oskar makes daily for our family. He’s put his goals in academia on the slow track to provide greater support for me and the kids, which I know is hard for him. He spends every day at work with my family, then comes home to me– that’s a lot of Jura (and the congenital Jura nervous energy) for a person to endure! He endures it without complaint. He somehow balances a demanding family, full-time job and writing his dissertation (and a nagging wife, who tries super hard not to nag too much).
First time father with his brand new son!
Oskar with the little girl who would immediately have him wrapped around her finger.
Happy Father’s Day, Oskar! We love you from when you wake up each morning to feed and play with Lulu, to when you wrestle with and read to your rambunctious little boy every evening.
