To the best father ever, so often, as a mother, I find myself running through my daily routine… focused like a well-trained sniper on the kids and all that needs to be done. In the hours of the day, it’s all about who’s been fed and dressed, whether you’ve brushed your teeth, let’s do homework, tidy your rooms, etc. Has the house been cleaned? Has the laundry been done? Have appointments and deadlines been met? (You get the point.)

But then there comes this day – Father’s Day – and all of a sudden our focus needs to move to another person… Yup, that’s you, Pappa. It’s then that we seem to “all of a sudden” think about all you do, and that’s sad because you do so much. So Pappa… Thank You.

Thank you for making our favourite breakfast every morning.

Thank you for making our chocolate milk, just the way we like it.

Thank you for always makingmommy’ss coffee before you make your own. You know how she needs it.

Thank you for the school drop-off; mommy needs to be home with the baby.

Thank you for working every day, long days, helping other people, because that’s the kind of man you are.

Thank you for always dropping everything when someone needs you, day or night.

Thank you for always running to the shop to get mommy’s wine… er, groceries.

Thank you for keeping your afternoons free for us. That we always eat dinner together.

Thank you for making appointments after bedtime so you can tuck us in.

Thank you for walking with my class and me to get ice-creams on our Field Trip.

Thank you for wrestling and tickling us, you’re such a fun guy.

Thank you for playing princess and dancing ballet with us girls. You look cute in a Tutu.

Thank you for loving to cook, and when mommy is tired, you always pour her a glass of wine and take over.

Thank you for singing and reading to us, and dancing around the kitchen with mommy in your arms. You guys make us giggle.

Thank you for showing how much you love mommy. You guys are always kissing and cuddling… We think that’s gross.

Thank you for even if you and mommy argue, you still say sorry to each other, just like we have to.

Thank you for coming in dead tired each night and still having time for us. All of us.

We know we don’t always say it. But we see how much you do, thank you doesn’t seem enough for all we put you through. You’re the greatest, the best! And, as far as we’re concerned, every day should be Father’s Day!

Oh yes, Mommy thinks you are pretty awesome too! x