Happy Father's Day! The day Genevieve was born was the day we became parents, and the day Rex was born, our family was complete. But really, without us (and let's be honest, mostly me), where would they be? So, it all starts with us.
|2 kids: achievement unlocked!|
Thank you for being an awesome partner. We've been together for a long time. So long, that when you "solved the puzzle ball while you guys [Genevieve, Rex and I] were sleeping", and I answered, "Suuuuuuuure you did. While we were sleeping. Right."
... You produced a photo. Because you knew I wouldn't believe you.
And when I FINALLY beat the puzzle ball, and I sent you this:
You sent me this:
(And on a related note, take a moment to observe this:)
But enough about our
You go to work, drive in traffic both ways, and then we slide straight into the nighttime routine. Dinner, shower, books, bed.
I understand (at the very least, the basics) of biology, but moments like these make me marvel at how wonderful and strange having children can be:
|Again, with the resemblances!|
You're also the dad:
... who went on a closing hour run to the store for
- last minute glitter for cascarones... who played the part of Elsa, exclusively, FOR A YEAR. (I was cast as Hans, remember?)
- a replacement Sophie
- Lemon Oreos, because I NEEDED them, like I needed air to breathe.
... who goes to the store with Genevieve and recognizes her for the evil genius that she is.1
... who kept filling water balloons, even when that meant that Genevieve IMMEDIATELY threw it at you WHILE YOU WERE FILLING THE NEXT ONE, which you knew she was going to throw at you the instant you handed it to her.
... who helps Genevieve with her - sometimes complex - costumes and jewelry
... who helps Genevieve find solutions to her problems.
... who takes Rex after he's bitten me, and reminds me that Genevieve went through a biting phase, too, and we persevered and were able to preserve our nursing relationship.
... who WD40'd the squeaky swings because it was giving me panic attacks. (Just because they squeak doesn't meant they'll fall, just because they squeak doesn't meant they'll fall, just because they squeak doesn't meant they'll fall...)
... who went and got the torn window decal out of the trash so that Genevieve could have closure, because she told you that she "...would never be happy again." (Quelle dramatique!2)
... who laughs when Genevieve sighs and says, "Dad-deeeee!" in that exasperated, teenage voice. (Funny now, we'll see how funny it is in ten or fifteen years.)
... who is brave in the face of terrifying monsters, and also giant spiders.
... who still appreciates our inside jokes from YEARS and YEARS ago.
... and who still seeks my counsel, personally and professionally.
So, what I'm saying is that even when I'm tired, and short-tempered, I see you. I see all the things you're doing. I'm noticing.
Someday, I'll get over the fact that Genevieve told me she loves you first, and Rex did, too, "I la dadadadada!"
I love you, and the kids love you.
Happy Father's Day, Andrew. I wouldn't and couldn't have done it without you.
Also, since he definitely bears mentioning...
To my own dad...
... who taught me that sometimes, we are the source of our own problems.
... who taught me the importance of being polite, firm, and persistent when solving problems.
... and who told Genevieve she could have cookies for breakfast EVERY DAY, and then told me that - as a grandfather- it's not his job to say "no" to the kids. (Perks of the job, I suppose.)
1. [Apples and trees, amiright?]↩
2. [See "1", "Apples and trees"]↩