Perpetual State of Flux

As part of our journey into adulthood, we recently purchased a new kitchen/dining room table with the hopes of starting a tradition of dining around a table instead of how we’ve spent the last eight years with plates in our laps on the sofa.  

This morning two large Eastern European men arrived to deliver the table.  As I wrote a check for the balance remaining on the table (who knew places still had C.O.D) the larger of the two men started asking me the usual questions…when are you due, is this your first, etc…

He then launched into description of his own children and how much they’ve changed his life and how wonderful it is to have children.

It’s funny, I love this tumblr community of new and expectant mothers — I love reading about all the triumphs and the struggles — but I have to say that nothing quite gets me as watching a man talk about his children and seeing him absolutely reduced to his most vulnerable place.  From furniture delivery guys to cab drivers passing their cell phones through the plexiglass to show me albums of their families, there are few things like witnessing that fatherly love and pride.