Yesterday was Jon’s first Father’s Day. It was awesome. We did nothing, and everything. We lounged in bed after our 5:30am wake up call (thanks Harry), opened presents, went out to breakfast, charmed all the waitresses, and worked around the house. All followed by an enormous nap and even bigger steaks. Perfection, if I do say so myself.
I’m lucky to have a few pretty great dad’s in my life. Jon is such an amazing father to our son. I know Harry’s going to grow up with a built in hero that he just adores. He’s already my hero, and I already adore him. My dad is pretty stinking special. He taught me to be independent, driven, happy, and he gave me a strong love of running. I’ve got grandfathers and uncles who make pretty great dads themselves. And then we have friends who have shared their dads with us. And they’re all pretty great too.
I hope you all had a perfect day yesterday, and so much love to all the Papas.