Father's Day Two Days Late

It is appropriate that this Father's Day themed post is now two days later than the designated write about how great of a dad your husband is post. We march to the beat of our own drum around here and quite frankly - I don't want to tell the world how great of a dad my husband is on the same day that everyone else does.

Kris? Deserves his own day. Any day will do. In fact, a random day is better! People should be celebrated on days that they least expect it.

On this day, I poke my head around the bathroom door to witness the giggles erupting over running water. We have recently introduced little man to a tooth brush, a chore in my eyes that Kris quickly turns into a great adventure. So much in fact that I secretly wish that I hadn't volunteered to clean up breakfast.



Jackson's watchful stare mimics everything Dada does with extreme precession. They are both rhythmic in their movements, a true mirror of each other in every sense of the word.

A smile and a ruffle of his hair is all the approval he needs if it comes from his Dada. I turn back toward the kitchen as I hear "Good job son."

The celebration of fatherhood? Deserves acknowledgement in those tiny moments - moments so wrapped in simplicity that they ooze perfection.

So I am wishing Kris happy Father's Day today, two days late. Because he is special every day.

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