Life is busy.
We rush to get our morning coffee, and hurry to get to the office, and spend the majority of our days on the phone or working with clients and then hurry through dinner so that we can get a few more hours of work done before sleep. We have a lot to do every day.
It's so easy to forget why we do it.
And sometimes it takes a holiday to remind us to stop and be thankful.
When Wayne and I met, my children were 3 and 6 years old. Their needs were tremendous, and I was consumed with being a single parent, homeowner, teacher, daughter. Balancing work and family is hard even when there are two parents. Being the only caregiver to Liz and Paul was absolutely overwhelming.
Wayne had never been married and didn't have children of his own. He took on the responsibility of male role model in their lives immediately. He drove them to practices, stayed home when they were sick, taught them how to be respectful and reminded them to wash their hands. He introduced them to astronomy, taught them to pitch a tent, and waited up for them when they were out late. He's the one they call when they need advice on cars, whiskey, or money. They have grown to be, without a doubt, his children, even though their DNA doesn't match.
He also made sure that I knew I was loved.
I'm so thankful for Wayne's solidity, his constancy, and his love.