We’ll spend a lot of time today with Dad. We’ll start early, and end late, and tell him how much we love him and appreciate him and enjoy him. I’m sure he’ll enjoy every minute of it (and those minutes that he has to himself as well!) but I know that I’ve enjoyed the whispered conversations with this girl over the past month or two much more. Some of her Father’s Day “ideas” have been more far-fetched than realistic, but he’s been on her mind, and she wants to do it up right. For a few weeks she’s begged me to let her wrap his presents in the morning before school and camp, and each day I’ve put her off with the excuse that she still has time but we just don’t have any more of it that very moment. Yesterday morning he was out for a bit and she didn’t even bother to ask. She gathered up those items and her notes, tape, scissors and wrapping paper with birthday-hat-wearing fish and a roll of my trace paper and got to work. She hummed the entire time she worked, and when she finished she carried it all downstairs and arranged it on the hearth and announced that no matter how hard she worked, she could never make as many gifts as her dad deserved. And I think she’s quite right.
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Happy Father’s Day – we’ve got a family full of the swellest Dads you could imagine.