That's What Fathers Do

When we were first married we were very poor and very pregnant. I remember one night how excited we were when we found thirty-three cents in our couch cushions. This allowed us to walk to McDonald's and buy an ice cream cone, an almost decadent extravagance. Poor Meredith was pregnant and having cravings. She wanted a Subway sandwich in a way that only a pregnant woman can. But given the state of our finances, she might as well have wanted a twelve course meal flown in from Paris.

After fighting the craving for a week or two, she finally broke down and called her dad to ask if he could loan us a few dollars for Subway. A few days later the mail brought a check for $300.00. An attached note said “Meredith’s Subway cushion.”

That’s what fathers do.

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