Happy Father’s Day.
You taught our kids how to give a proper group hug. They group hug everyone. They’ll get married and group hug the entire bridal party. They love to group hug you.
When Saint babbles all he ever says is Ahhhhhh Da-Da! He LOVES you! He’s starting to “get” that he and you are two -of- a- kind. You flip him upside down, carry him high in the air, and laugh along with him when he climbs into the closets and removes every single pair of shoes. Ahhhhh Da-da indeed.
When we lived in Brooklyn Sunny would run up the street and into your arms, when you made your way home from work. She still does that now, 30 miles away from Brooklyn and 1.5 years after she started the tradition. She’s big on tradition, she’s big on you.
Happy Father’s Day to you Matt. I hope you love your gifts- they are small and loud and I painfully pushed them into this world, but you’ve made their world a better place.