…And I really mean that.
So said the card I gave my father for Father’s Day. In our house, there’s one immutable rule: you can give mom as gushy a card as you like, but Dad wants a card that will make him laugh.
I spent last weekend over at my parents’ house, mostly oversleeping and mooching from their supply of coffee and snacks, eating better than I do at home (where I am solely responsible for the process), and getting far too much credit for helping in even the smallest of ways.
AND, celebrating Father’s Day and my sister’s birthday, both just a hair early.
June is another of those busy months for birthdays. I missed Alec’s (yes, I am a heel; sorry man), and Michael’s is coming up in a blink, and today is D’s birthday…
Love-love-love you, darlin’. Happy birthday.