Happy Father’s Day to the best papa I know. The one who gets up every single morning, bright and early, to spend time with his boys before he heads off to teach or do research or write. The one who feeds them fresh veggie juice and won’t ever let them have chocolate milk in the morning. The one who tells them not to pick their noses and to always say please-may-I.
To the Bop-It champion, the one who couldn’t care less about sports but plays music for his family every single day- on the piano, the banjo, the guitar, the harmonica… you name it, he’ll play it. To the reader of bedtime stories, the singer of hilarious songs, the hanger of awesome rope swings.
To the stealer of popsicles, the ultimate snack-eater, the player of tetherball and the griller of salmon once a week, no matter the weather. To the van-cleaner, the chore-teacher, the lesson-learner.
(They may not like it, but you’ll be darned if they skate through life without pitching in)
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.