For Father’s Day
Ralph, my husband and father of our children, is an unsung hero. Well, today I am writing his song of praise.
When Ralph became a father 26 years ago, he took on the challenge with aching, joyful love and trepidation. Three months after Mary was born, I went back to work at a bookstore. I came home one evening to find him sitting on the couch, white as a sheet. It was his first experience with an evening of full blown colic. Mary had screamed for three hours before she calmed down. After seeing the doctor to find out why she was screaming, he found ways to comfort her. He walked her outside back and forth for hours, while singing the song he made up for her.
Nighty-night time for my Mary
I lo-ove you.
He was the one who…
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