Today was an exhausting day. I think we can both agree on that.
I had worked a festival all day yesterday selling t-shirts while you watched the kids. We were supposed to cap off the evening with dinner at that amazing Mexican restaurant to celebrate your half-birthday. But you had a cold and our babysitter had a migraine, so we ended up canceling.
Today started early. (As usual.) You didn’t get to sleep in. We had a few gifts, but they weren’t very inspired. I offered to let you leave and do some stuff for yourself for the day, but bless you, you stuck around. We were both pretty spent, and the kids were grouchy. It was good we had the whole team at bat.
The very fact that you were willing to spend Father’s Day knee-deep in grouchy children and a tired wife is why we love you so. And hopefully, on some random Thursday, I’ll be able to put it all a bit more eloquently.
But in the meantime?
Happy Father’s Day.