Father's Day

I'm twelve dads old. I get that by calculating the number of Father's Days I have had for each kid. It is a highly scientific measurement of my level of dad experience. It is an exciting Father's day, more so than most, because the youngest is 90% potty trained and I can smell... the end of diapers.

I got hand made cards from all my kids today. It was so sweet. The youngest gave me a piece of paper with swirlys all over it. The oldest gave me one with "I luv you" that he made all by himself. It was so nice. The middle one gave me about a dozen cards. Half of them were just hearts and the other half were pictures of me or her or us together. She is very thorough.

I certainly have not enjoyed everything about these twelve dads. The lack of sleep, the disruption of anything resembling personal or couple time, the giant sucking sound I know reflexively associate with my bank account.

But there are plenty of times that more than make up for it. Like today when the kids, all on their own, emptied out all the craft stuff all over the table and made me the cards. It warms my heart like not much else can.

Being a dad is great, but I don't ever want to repeat the last seven years.