For the first time in the history of this website, I'm handing a post over to a guest blogger.
Technically, that statement may not be 100% accurate, since I'm still the one whose fingers are working the keyboard - but given the occasion of this weekend, I figured I'd turn to my 5-year-old daughter for some thoughts about Father's Day. The best part is, I didn't even have to ask her; her kindergarten teacher did the heavy lifting for me, resulting in a card that I received at the end of my daughter's school year last week.
The inside inscription reads:
My daddy's name is Donald. Sometimes I call him funny names. He has brown hair. He just got a haircut. He's taller than Mom. He looks good. My daddy is nice and fun. He likes to run, to get the exercise. I don't know why. When I'm in school he misses me and I misses him. He makes me happy. I like best to play with him and be with him. When I'm in his arms it feels good and happy. He loves me because I'm special. I am special. Thanks daddy for everything you have done. He's the best daddy. I love him.
If there's anyone out there who questions why having kids is the greatest experience in the world, what you read above is probably the best answer I can give. And if that still doesn't make sense ... I guess nothing else will.
Have a good weekend everybody. Remember to call your dad.