For my darling husband,
For enduring a year and a half of roller-coaster hormones from the person you have to live with (that would be moi),
For bringing me roses for no reason at all,
For holding Flybaby on your shoulders even when he chews on your hair and spits up on your head,
For rocking Flybaby to sleep in your strong arms that aren’t too hard for a baby’s head,
For figuring out how car seats, strollers, cribs, play yards and toys go together, fold up and actually work,
For telling me you still think I’m beautiful after knowing me for 22 years,
What you get for Father’s Day are matching father/son Hawaiian-style shirts that you will wear maybe once for a photo opp with your boy. And a card.
Welcome to fatherhood!