I've said it before and I'll say it again ... from the beginning dad has been my favorite.
This was the day my mom brought my dad to the puppy place to meet me. I took one look and walked right over to him and said "Hello, please take me home with you."
And he said "OK, I think I will. And we will be great friends. And I will be the best dad ever."
We've been through a lot since that first day and all of it has just cemented my love for my dad.
Now that I am all grown up, we do more mature things together like rip bags to shreds. Like the good dad that he is, he shared the bag
I had used to put the most perfect gift ever which I of course picked out for him all by myself that had his father's day pressie in it with me. He actually made a game of it and put a treat in the bottom and packed the bag pretty full of paper for me to destructo -- my FAVORITE thing to do.
I tried a new technique this time and rather than pulling all the paper out from the top of the bag, I ripped the seam apart on the side and got to the treat at the bottom much quicker. It was AWESOME!!!! And, if I do say so myself, my pawrents were pretty much in awe of my technique. Lots of "Oh my dawg, he is SOOO SMART!!" Not that I mind all that ....
I left behind quite the path of destruction, butt, since it was a special occasion and all I did not get in one bit of trouble and I did not even have to clean up my own mess. I think Father's Day may now be my most favorite special day ever.
Thanks Dad for being the best dad. I love you!