Longtime readers know that I haven’t shied away from using my writerly microphone to wax poetic about the people I love over the years. It’s been my honor to introduce you to my parents, my grandmothers, a whole host of mom mentors, and my wise and talented friends, among others.1
But my husband John, of course, is the one you get to hear about the most. It is hard to overstate how lucky I feel to have been his love and his partner for more than half of my life: the relentless gentleness, partiality, patience, and attention he’s always shown me have only been magnified as our one, then two, and now three children have come under his care, too. We are the luckiest.
And so, as we approach Father’s Day this weekend, there’s plenty I could say. There is so much John adds to our life together, so much he brings to our home that is unique and foundational, but when I think about creating a family culture that is warm and loving — a prerequisite if we ever hope to pass on our values or exercise authority around screens — three simple things come to mind…