It’s six o’clock on Sunday morning and I’ve already given Mike his first Father’s Day gift. Sleep. Both kids woke up crying in unison at 6am and I’m the one who got up. It’s the least I can do for my husband who despite his one-liner about how I’m the one who wanted these kids in the first place is a pretty amazing dad.
I thought about making a list of all the reasons Mike is a great father, but it’s really just that he so clearly loves and is dedicated to his boys (and me). I should note that he sings great bedtime songs, he builds amazing Lincoln Logs structures, he’s better than anyone I know at playing Kung-Fu Panda (i.e. mock karate) and when we get together with friends, he somehow ends up entertaining all the kids, even the ones that don’t belong to him. Any guy who’s happy to play with other people’s kids is a darn good dad.
I guess that was a list.
I should also add that he’s a great husband because he totally respects the beast of a job I have as Dylan and Riley’s mother, he always knows when I need a time-out or a refill of my Pino Grigio and he sets up the coffee pot every night so all I have to do in the wee hours of the morning is press a single button.
Yes, he totally deserves to sleep in today…for a few more minutes.
To all the dads in my life and in yours, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!