To my father-in-law,
“Big Pat” and I share the same birthday, therefore the same sign, and therefore a (slight) stubborn trait that can get us in trouble.
He's a fantastic grandfather, and he’s coming to meet his first grandson in less than two weeks.
To my brother-in-law,
Rick and I share a few traits that I don’t care to admit. He’s been there for us whenever we’ve needed him, though, be it with a lawnmower, a truck, or an extra key to our house. I sure will miss you when you move, Rick. A special dessert is coming your way soon.
To my father,
Last Father’s Day I sang a song titled, “Finally Home” by the band MercyMe at church. It sums up how I feel.
“Finally Home”
I’m gonna wrap my arms around my daddy’s neck
And tell him that I’ve missed him
And tell him all about the (woman) I became
And hope that it pleased him
There’s so much I want to say
There’s so much I want you to know
When I finally make it home.
You can listen to it hear. It's a beautiful song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnTu0i9cj-I
And to my husband,
Thank you for being such a hands-on dad.
For loving your children with all of your heart and making sure they feel that love.
I haven’t said it near enough since the birth of our son, but I appreciate all of you’ve done, and are doing, to try to make it easier on me.
For feeding him at night so I can sleep.
For taking your turn holding him when he cries (and not wanting to give him up).
For offering to do anything I need.
I love you so much.
Happy Father’s Day, Honey.
And Happy Father’s Day to all you daddies out there!
