So today I celebrated my third Father's Day, and each year it gets better and better. Today you (and I think your Mom helped) got me a great little poem, a card, and candy -
Those are Reese's Pieces in the jar - you gave me your Kryptonite, peanut butter!! That is how much you love me! And that handprint is just too cute. You're gonna stay this size, though, right?
I swear, I would have had you ten years ago if a) I had known your mom then, b) I wasn't a moron who didn't need kids, and c) it was physically possible to have exactly you back then. Even when you drive me up a wall, I love you so darn much it hurts! I mean, look at this picture we took of you tonight:
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| Definition: Pure Joy. |
I was running you around the yard in your car as you yelled "Go fast, go fast!" We were careening between your slide and other little car, and you obviously enjoyed it. I did feel really bad, though, because five second after this I ran you into the fence to be funny (not at full speed, mind you), and you bumped your mouth on the steering wheel. Three seconds of crying and a kiss to make it "all better" and you were telling me to go fast again. Mental note - you were resilient at this age!
Currently you're in a phase of getting out of bed and coming to get in bed with us every morning about 4:30. While this is making me VERY tired the rest of the day and I KNOW you should probably be put back to bed, I just want to soak up the moments you want to snuggle with me. Ten years from now I might be lucky to get hugs out of a budding teenager, so I'm sorry for any permanent damage I cause from letting you sleep with us for an hour or two every morning.
I'll pay for your therapy, I promise!
Love, Daddy
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