Father’s Day

Father’s Day. The first time I really thought about fatherhood was when my older brother, Tom was about to become a father. I saw him transform. He built this cradle for soon-to-be Cate and for my sister-in-law as a surprise. He’d never built a cradle, and I think he may not have been clear about the approximate size of newborns because the cradle could have fit a family of four. (It later held a family of Cate’s stuffed animals). Continue reading →