Dear Da,
On your very Father's Day as a dad, I know not how to speak the words I want to say to you today as I am just a baby and my only words are Dada, Muwa muwa, light, no, tree, ba (bath), kitty and dat. I guess I could say No kitty, dat tree, Dada but that doesn’t really get across the point I am trying to make. The best I can do to tell you thank-you for being such a wonderful Daddy is to giggle extra loud when you tickle my neck or fly across the room so fast my knees hardly hit the floor to greet you when you get home from work. I do these things to try to tell you thank-you for giving up so much of your spare time to tend to me and Mommy over the last year. Thank-you for being so understanding and patient (oh DEAR LORD, the patience) and for learning how to cook dinner and empty the dishwasher and do laundry and to act without having it on your geek toy for at least a month or two, procrastinating by moving it from day to day until you finally find the energy to actually do something about it. Thank-you for learning so fast how to adjust to my ever-changing temperaments and for being so loving and understanding towards Mommy when she’s having a bad day. Thanks for rushing upstairs to see me as fast as you can every day and for saying Hi Honey and scooping me up for a kiss and a hug before even taking off your jacket or putting down your man purse. Thanks for following Mommy up the stairs to get me when I wake up because you want to see me and hug me and snuggle me during those rare moments of stillness just as bad as she does. That Mommy of mine, she sure does have great taste in men. I love you, Da.
The Little One
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