Dear husband {on Father’s Day}

It’s Father’s Day. I made you a killer brunch this morning (yeah, I did), made sure you had time to read this afternoon (though it meant you had to take someone to ball practice, least you got some quiet), and served you the perfect summer dinner (which included you grilling the burgers–you can’t expect me to use that thing even if it is Father’s Day).

That all was my card to you today, my you-are-the-best-dad-ever card. All the words I could have said—like how I am so glad we’re doing this parenting thing together as a team and how blessed these children are to have a man they can model their lives after and all that stuff—had I said those words, you would have shrugged your shoulders and raised your eyebrows at me. That’s sorta how you are.

So, forget all the words and remember instead the praline crunch bread pudding and fresh raspberries I splurged on. And, more importantly, remember this…

That’s way better than all the gushy words I could pour over you anyhow.

Happy Father’s Day to the best dad ever.

Had to get one in there.