Happy Father’s Day to my Dad, who always put his family first.
My Dad worked long hours to ensure his family was provided for, but always was there for us.
My Dad was the 6 a.m. hockey practise guy, the scout leader, the science project helper, the times table man (damn those times tables), the tobogganing hero, the camp master, the marshmallow roaster, the mosquito catcher, the spider killer, the eating-in-front-of-the-TV champion, the bike teacher, the motorcycle rider, the confidence booster, the apartment mover, the thinker, the devil’s advocate.
My Dad was never afraid to show how much he loves us. I have always known my Dad stood proudly by my side. And I stand proudly beside his. I love you.
To my husband who has returned to diapers 18 years later.
Happy Father’s Day. I love that our son lights up when he hears your voice and sees your face. I love when you play together in the bathtub, wrestle on the bed and laugh over meals.
I am excited to watch our son grow together.
Happy Father’s Day.