To Kelvin, the original Superdad.
Babe, I know you’re not a fan of being called Superdad, mostly because you think doing all the things that you do are all part of the job description – the baby duties, the crazy games with the kids, the bedtime stories, the feeding, the chauffeuring, the disciplining, the hugsies and kissies, while working hard to bring home the bacon.
And that’s what makes you super.
Not just because you do them so well, but because you do them with a truckload of unconditional love.
Most of the time, moms get all the credit for the kids but I know for a fact that I wouldn’t be able to do what I do without you. Some days, when this parenting thing gets really tough and I want to just hide in the bathroom for extended periods, I actually get to do so knowing that everything’s going to be just super.
Everyone needs a hero and I’m glad you’re ours.
Happy Father’s Day!
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