To The Father Of My Girls
by mommyniri

I am a SAHM (Stay At Home Mom)
and I blog. My darling husband is not fond of expensive gifts and our
budget can’t quite afford it so I decided to surprise him with writing
a Father’s Day post on him. Knowing my hubby he may just be a tad
embarrassed by this gesture, but I am hoping he overcomes it enough to
like it.

So to the man who is the father of my two girls:

I just wanted to say when you step out
the door early in the wee hours of the morning, I may not always see
you off but I totally appreciate when you do the little things for me,
my favorites are making me chai and emptying the dishwasher (my readers
can read more on this titbit in my Friday 5 post on 5 Household Chores I Absolutely Hate).
Even though when you call it sounds like the kids choose that exact
moment to have a catastrophe or screaming attack, I try to think of
interesting things to tell you so as to prolong the conversation.

Sometimes when you sound worried or
rushed, panic sweeps through my body as to what is wrong. We have had
our share of bad news so my heart skips a beat as I wait until you
reassure me later. I never utter a word about my fears as I never want
to give you reasons to worry if there were none.

When you call to say you are on your
way, it still amazes me how excited I get to hear you will be home
soon. Yes it is partly to know that you will immediately share the
workload as you step into the door, but I think some of it is because
we had a long distance relationship for so long that waiting in
anticipation became a part of our relationship.

When you arrive home I try to hold back
the jealousy at the ease with which you slip into the beloved  papa
role (my readers would have read from my “When Papa Gets Home
post) as I get busy about the household routine. Sometimes I bite back
my irritation at your practicality and laid back approach to
everything, especially since I am the total opposite. But then
something happens to pull me down, and when I feel  all broken,  you
magically appear and I remember why we are perfect for each other.

Happy Father’s Day, honey!

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