For all the fathers of a child with special needs …
If I could, I would write you a Father's Day letter to express all the love that fills my heart because of you. But I cannot. I have special needs.
Instead, I tell you “I love you” in my own way every day.
But if I could write you a letter, here is what I would say:
You loved me the moment you laid eyes on me. When you found out I wasn’t as perfect as you first thought, you loved me even more.
You said it didn’t matter. You said that I’m yours, and if you have to take care of me forever, that’s just what you will do. And furthermore, you said, you will love doing it.
You're not a saint, though. I deserve a little bit of credit for doing a first-rate job of wrapping myself around your little finger! It’s my most excellent splinter skill.
I practice it daily. When you and Mommy are driving somewhere in separate cars, I say, “I’ll ride with Daddy.” I’m not stupid. We get to listen to Led Zeppelin and the Alman Brothers, while Mommy listens to her audio book. Thank you for saving me!
When given the choice of staying home or going along with you, I always choose you. Because I love Home Depot! I’m fond of BJ’s Wholesale Club too. I get a kick out of the khakis you buy there for cheap. You know, the ones Mommy hates, and we love to laugh about!
It’s true that she does a way better job than you do of keeping me looking pretty darn snazzy, but when she’s not around, I like that we both can just skip the hair combing and put on baseball caps.
Vacations together are a blast, especially when Mommy drags us out shopping. I love it when you tell her, “The kid and I are going to the bar. Meet us there when you’re finished.” Then comes a beer for you and a diet coke for me. Hey, where's the popcorn?
We are living the good life, right Daddy?
You are my person.
The sun rises, and you wake me up. The sun sets, and you tuck me in. You and me, me and you.
Happy Father’s Day to the luckiest dad ever.