Daddy O!

Note: Belated Fathers Day post Ahead

Yup.
It's that time of year again.

The time when we reflect on your job well done.

The job that isn't actually a job at all.
It's actually the greatest blessing.
Ever.


The one that gives you the most precious title.
And has the shortest days, and  l  o  n  g  e  s  t  nights.
The one that puts all those gray {white} hairs on your head.
And makes your bank account shrink.
Your heart bigger.
And pays you in hugs and kisses.

Dad.

It's those bedtime stories, and sleepovers in the same twin sized bed several nights a week.

  And sweet nicknames. Even in front of your coworkers and guy friends. {honeybear daddy}

It's when you play or wrestle, even when you are sicker than a dog, and are likely to throw up at any given moment while doing so... but you do it anyway. With a smile on your face.

It's when you play golf... as a four year old's caddy. Early. With just a "guys breakfast" beforehand.

It's about falling asleep on the couch together. Even in the most uncomfortable positions. Just because it's Friday night.

It's how you block out your schedule at work, just so you don't miss his first Tball season.

It's how the kids run and hide when you get home, just so you will come find them. And tickle their armpits.

It's calling each other acorns and walnuts.
Every night. From the bottom of the stairs.

It's the special bond you have with each of them. Individually.
That makes my heart as your wife, just melt.

I look forward to the memories ahead.
And thank you for every single one that has already become a part of who they are.

So.
Dad.
Let's have a toast.
A cheers.
For you.
And these past four years!

Love you.