





Do you remember that first bite of your favorite dessert – the time you first tasted Key Lime pie, or a piece of homemade chocolate cake? It’s funny, how when we taste something savory and sweet, we take each bite as if we were eating the entire piece in slow motion. We even find ourselves enjoying conversation more, because catching up with a friend over dessert allows us to take our time eating – it forces us not to inhale the entire piece in one fail swoop. Then, there come that moment for each of us, when we reach down for one more bite only to hear our fork slap the empty plate as we slice through the air that was once filled with sweetness. Before realizing it, we have eaten the entire piece, no matter how carefully we tasted each bite.
My summer with The Missus, and our baby girl, Tessa, could be described in much the same way. With Ms. TH on maternity leave for nine weeks, and me working 20-25 hours a week as a research assistant, we have had ample time to enjoy our little miss – together. We’ve savored every minute of it, whether running errands – together, taking pictures of Tessa’s every waking (and sometimes sleeping) moment – together, and, if we so choose, just laying around the house – together. But as with every sweet thing, the moment came when each of us looked up and our summer – but more importantly, our copious amounts of time – together – were gone.
Although the summer was marked by sweetness, these past three weeks have been crowned with the bitter-sweetness of The Missus returning to her site of gainful employment. I can’t tell you how proud I am of her – as a wife, a mother, a best friend, and now more than ever, our breadwinner. She is the epitome of selflessness, sacrifice and dedication.
And so, we turn the page on the best summer of our lives, and begin writing a new chapter of the days that lie ahead. It is a chapter (or two) that I will have the privilege of writing as a gift to my wife – the one who has taken on the reluctant role of breadwinner while I, the “professional student”, learn to wear the two hats of part time stay-at-home dad and part time grad student.
These are the Daddy Days.

