We just got through with celebrating his first father’s day. It was simple…a trip to NYC for a quaint breakfast, good cappuccino and a nice leisure stroll. The city was slowly waking up and it felt like we had most of it to ourselves.
After we lost out girls we would walk the city in hopes of distracting ourselves from our sorrows. Here and there, he would look over at parents strolling their babies and I know how badly he wanted to be them.
Today he finally got his day.
This morning I gave him his first father’s day card and I told him with tears in my eyes that if I could have handpicked every characteristic of the ‘perfect’ father, I would have not even come close to the kind of father he is to our girl.
Not even remotely close…