i remember

Every one of us is a teacher. As my baby starts her journey out of the womb and into our world, the employment of each of us as an educator is emphatically etched on my brain. And for everyone out there, I wanted to say, I remember.

I remember the lessons you have taught me (though my actions don't always display this), and because of that, Parker will be blessed. Parker will be better off, because of you. From you I have learned to share, I have learned to laugh, I have learned to love. The amount of love I have received from you is overpowering. It knocks me to my knees and makes me cry at the same time as it lifts me in the air and makes me laugh and smile. I cannot rightly express the surge of gratitude I bear you for your lessons of love. I remember, and I will pass them on to Parker. I cannot state enough my overwhelming bliss, this dramatic and unabashed current flowing through me at the remembrance of your love. The love of family and friends first and foremost, but I do not discount the multitude of tiny kindnesses of every encounter with another. Small things that though unknown at the time, bespeak of the love we all bear and share with one another. Even injustices and hurts teach the lesson of love.True, My impending daddyhood has filled me with endorphins, and this great gush can in part be attributed to their giddy influence. But I have been observing the role of the teacher in all of us for a while (preparing for my greatest performance and the constant instruction I'll be imparting). And really the root of it all is love. Everyone of us is love, and gives love. To all and for all, my thanks. I love you, I remember.