Since it’s Father’s Day, I thought it would be a good idea to swipe Mom’s blog and give her readers some REAL material – like my thoughts on your awesomeness.
I love how you drive me to school every morning and we count how many school buses, police cars, trains, and motorcycles we see.
I’ve decided to emulate your passion for all things chocolate.
I just love our trips to the Guitar Center. You are so patient to stand beside me and listen while I give the world’s
longest most incredible drum solo.
If it weren’t for you, I would probably lose all of my teeth because you’re the only one in this house who remembers to have me brush them.
You don’t mind that I leave my toys and snacks all over the backseat of your car.
Words cannot even begin to describe the way I feel when you let me play on your iPad.
I love it when you read the Bible while we eat dinner.
Thank you for letting me help you grill things.
I love that you always have replacement nightlight bulbs on-hand.
I’m so glad you introduced me to Dubstep.
It’s my favorite when we have marathon-TV-watching afternoons of Curious George.
I love it that we are the ‘Zerbert Guys’ and that we have a secret handshake.
Thank you for letting me permanently borrow your slippers.
I always look for your car in the driveway when we get home from somewhere because you are my favorite person on the planet.
My little brother feels the same way.
Mom says I need to share and let him have a chance to tell you some great things, too.
You know just how to wipe diaper ointment on my bum.
If it weren’t for you, my diaper pail would never get changed and I would probably suffocate in stink.
You always know how to get me laughing. I especially love the bit where you sneak around corners and pop out at me.
It’s the best when you make me bounce on the bed.
I know sometimes it seems like I’m not listening and that you have to tell me 800,000 times not to throw my food on the floor, but it’s getting into my core.
You are definitely the best at snuggling on the couch.
I love your name so much that I call everyone and everything I see ‘Dadda.’
Thanks for always praying for me and being such a steady rock for Mommy. I think she’d be a mushy banana without you helping her out through all my crazy health drama.
Come to think of it, we’d ALL be mushy bananas without you.
And you know how I feel about bananas, so we’re sticking with you for forever.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!
Lots of Love,
*Note – I feel like a better name for this post would have been The Evolution of the Happy Hubby’s Hair*