Have I thanked you lately? Last night, you came home early. You helped put our children to bed. You brought take-out (which we blissfully ate *alone*) and 2 of my favorite movies, of which I managed to view a whopping 35 minutes before I passed out. (Sorry.) Then you got up at 3:30 this morning to attend to the after-effects of a diaper failure, and by failure I mean, not in its ability to hold, but in its ability to withstand the skillful hands of a persistent (and sopping wet) 2-year-old. Enter creative use of packing tape #231...
I know I complain more than I should about all the hours you put in at work. But I really do appreciate the sacrifices you make to ensure that this family always has food on the table (not to mention an adequate supply of packing tape). The kids appreciate your efforts too, even if one is mostly oblivious and the other is only just beginning to understand the concepts of work and money. ("Daddy makes money? But I thought he made airplanes!")
You've been walking in from work like a zombie lately, so you probably haven't noticed I've spent the last several evenings working on your Father's Day gift. No, it isn't anything a) tasteless, b) scandalous, or c) revealing, like you requested. But I hope you like it anyway.
Father's Day is a tricky thing, unlike your birthday a couple months ago, which was a no-brainer. I asked Olivia what we should get you and without skipping a beat, she rattled off the following:
- A new movie
- A magazine "to read in the bathroom"
- Beef jerky
Clearly, she knows her father well. And I think we celebrated your 30th in style. But Father's Day--that's different. Somehow, no matter how much I know you want me to simplify, I just can't bring myself to mark the day with: "You're a great dad...I appreciate you...here's some beef jerky."
And so here's a sneak peek at what the kids and I have been working on to express our true feelings for you:
I know you didn't get much sleep last night, but can you decode the secret message?