I missed a Father’s Day shoutout because I wanted it done properly.
This day in target was hell. We scouted out this awesome cart in the hopes that the kids would be amused enough to SIT the entire time.
That was cute.
Brayden was obsessed with all the Pokémon items the store had on display, and made it known. Nova screamed until we let her out, where she proceeded to run through the aisles growling like the hulk, and climbing on top of all the shelves like a tiny Godzilla.
After 20 minutes of dirty looks from the other customers as well as making little to no progress on our shopping voyage, we decided that you would take the kids outside to the car and I would finish the grocery shopping.
So THEN I made a spectacle of my own. Ramming into everything under the sun. Because that cart is ridiculously oversized. And continuing to get dirty looks from the other customers because they were probably wondering WHY I even had a cart specially designed for kids, without any kids in it??
I’m so grateful that you are who I get to create these memories with.
The level of father you are can be deciphered with a peek at the way our kids light up when you get home from work. No matter what job you have had throughout the years, it’s typical for you to come home either exhausted, covered in grease/dirt, sunburnt as all get out, or a mixture of all three. And yet the first thing on your agenda is to have yourself a proper tickle fight with the kids.
I am so lucky to have you as my team mate. Many days you do more than your fair share of the workload. Not to mention your patience becomes increasingly impressive every year. The way you find creative ways to help Brayden learn something new makes my heart warm and fuzzy. You are involved. You are setting an amazing example. And you are so damn appreciated.
Happy belated Father’s Day to the love of my life and my biggest supporter.
P.S. You just came into my office (/closet) and plopped a quesadilla on my desk. And you are appreciated for that as well, good sir.