Quietly, I had been looking forward to this day. The anticipation was building for something I never celebrated & honestly had no idea what to expect. Today was father’s day & I was able to celebrate this day because of you, and an extra-large shout out to mommy who spent most of her day cooking, making sure my day was special.
When I tried to tell you it was Father’s Day at 7am you stared at me like “….so what, where is my bottle?”. Just like me, you’re not a morning person. I knew better than to bother you before you had coffee and donut. Mommy made a big breakfast & a seafood feast for dinner. Nana & Grandpa came over to visit. You wore a father’s day t-shirt, and when I picked you up and said “hey big guy its father’s day!”, this time at 10:30am, you were a bit more receptive and gave me the biggest toothless smile. Maybe it was the funny face I made, or you knew what I was saying using your 6 month old infinite wisdom. Either way my day was complete. Mommy said you picked out the gifts ( I like your taste in cologne), and I even admire your humor when it comes to greeting cards.
So the night comes to a close. The dishes are being washed & you’re crawling all over the place. And you gave me the best gift a child could give their father. A gift unmatched by anything else I have ever received. That’s right, a massive poop. The mother of all poops. A poop of epic proportions. No days off I guess. Thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me. 1 Fathers day down, 1 million more to go.
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