Yesterday, my daughters (6 and 4) celebrated Fathers’ Day in the time-honoured tradition of bouncing into my bed to serve me breakfast. I was presented with coffee and a bowl containing a peeled banana, grapes and an english muffin. They shoved hand-made cards at me, and Vivian performed a dance routine.
It was sweet and made with love, and it made me feel good and proud to be a father.
I’m also very, very grateful for Erin that she prevented Vivian from performing this at 6:30 a.m.