Three years ago Father’s Day was easy:
Now we are in this period between that and the stage in school where she’ll make crafts to give him that will be totally adorable.
I am not well-versed in Father’s Day. My dad doesn’t recognize it as a holiday (no, really, he doesn’t) and my grandfather gets angry when people get him gifts.
We did our traditional Father’s Day pictures:
…and I sent them to him right away because I am notorious bad at waiting until the assigned day when I’m excited about things. I have done these pictures every year and I will continue to do them as long as she’s willing to hold the letters.
Actually last year she wasn’t totally willing to hold the letters and I did it anyway.
Today I can just remind Joe that we have a totally awesome, brilliant kid. She’s goofy, which I attribute entirely to him.
I look forward to watching her grow older and seeing Joe navigate having a daughter. I still remember the dad that took six of us to a New Kids on the Block concert when I was 9. Someday I will send Joe out to be that hero dad.
He’ll be the dad that dresses up to take her out trick-or-treating, the dad that embarrasses her but in that way that makes her secretly happy. He will always be the most ticklish and throw himself backwards when she wants to give him the hard high five.
I didn’t want to have a kid unless I knew that the man I chose was going to be a great dad. The man I chose had waited his whole life to be one.