Month Twenty-Six

Dear Sam,

You may be a wee bit too young to understand that we celebrated Father's Day last weekend. And yes, while everyone else was honoring their father's by blogging on the actual day, your Mama is a little bit late with this. But, like I always say, "Better late than never." (Okay, I don't really always say that. I probably always say, "SAM! STOP JUMPING ON THE COUCH!")

I want to let you know that you have a great father. You really do. And, he is a great father because he has a great father. I am a totally awesome mother because I have a great father too. (Don't you dare roll your eyes at that. I am TOTALLY AWESOME.) Both your Daddy and I grew up with good Daddy's -- they are smart, tall, mustachioed (at least at one time), funny, and hard working. You are lucky to have two grandpas that love you a lot. Nothing makes me happier than to see them laughing at you, and the pride in their eyes when they are around you (and of course your brother, too.)

Rob is letting you wear his glasses. Let's hope this does not effect your future vision.

This is you with your Grandpa and Daddy. Grandpa's "Corporate Culture" shirt cracks me up. 

So, back to your Daddy. He is not like the other Daddy's. He spends a lot of time with you and your brother, especially during the summer. He makes you special peanut butter waffles. He draws characters on the driveway with sidewalk chalk on demand. He creates special contraptions to pull you down the slip-n-slide. He makes blanket forts for you. He hangs out with other Mommy's at your activities -- and can totally hold his own. He knows exactly how to rub your head to make you go to sleep.

He pushes strollers in a very manly way.

He laughs with you. He protects you. He teaches you. He loves you very, very much. I hope you realize how great he is.

Daddy and Baby Sam.

Love,
Mama