Hi Daddy! It’s me, Oliver! Now that I’m going to be two years old in a few days, I think it’s time we had a chat about a few things. I’m not a baby anymore, you know. I’m growing up. I’m turning into a boy, and someday, I’ll be a man. Just like you, Daddy.
Dad, did you know that I want to be just like you? Did you know that? Did you know that when I see you working hard on making our house better and fixing cars and putting up fences, I want to do those things too? I want to be just like you. And when I see you hug Mama and give her a smooch and hold her hand, I love that too. Because I really love Mama too, just like you do.
So thanks, Daddy. Thanks for letting me help you sweep the garage and thanks for teaching me how to build really tall block towers. Thanks for taking me for bike rides and playing at the park with me and letting me play in your new car. I love those things. I love when you play with me.
Know what else I love? I love when you sneak in after I go to bed and give me another smooch and cuddle. And when you read me one more book at bedtime. It’s so funny when you pretend you’re not going to sing me a bedtime song, because I know you love to sing to me. It makes me laugh, and I like to laugh with you.
It’s also so funny when you sneak me extra maple syrup for my pancakes when Mama’s not looking. I think she still knows because there’s always a big puddle left on my plate, but I love getting extra syrup from you, Daddy. And I don’t think Mommy minds. She thinks you’re silly, just like me.
We’re silly together, right Dad? Sometimes we get to be really loud and jump and hop and sing and yell and growl and it’s the best. My favorite part of the whole day is when you get home so that I can show you how excited I am to see you. Me and Mommy love when you get home. We have nice times during the day, but when you’re home with us, that’s the nicest time.
Oh, and Daddy? I think you should know that I love you very much and you’re the very best daddy in the whole wide world. I think you should always remember that, even when you have to say you’re sorry because you got mad or I bumped my head when you were watching me. Those things happen, right Dad? And anyway, God gave me you as my Daddy because He knew that you’d be the perfect daddy for me.
And you are, Daddy. You’re perfect. And I love you. Mommy says that I made her a mommy, and so that means that I made you a daddy. That’s pretty cool. But really, you made you a daddy, because you had me, right? That’s even cooler! I get to have you as a daddy because you thought it was worth it to go through a lot of crazy things to love me. I know I wake you up a lot at night and I have potty accidents and sometimes I don’t listen and obey when I should. I know that it costs money to have me around and you don’t get to do some things that you used to be able to do because I’m here now.
But Daddy, you thought it was worth it. You thought I was worth it. And that’s super, awesome, amazing cool. Every day you get up before the sun so that Mommy can stay here with me and we can live in this great house and eat yummy food and have fun toys and nice clothes and you just keep doing it. Because you love us and you want good things for us.
And then do you know what you do? You come home and you play with me and work at home and love on Mama. Then you tuck me into bed and say prayers with me and you thank Jesus for all of our blessings and you thank Him for me.
Daddy, do you know what? Someday soon, I’m going to say my own prayers, and I’m going to thank Jesus for you. Because you’re the best. Better than all of the grandpas and grandmas (and Dad, I really love my Grandpas and Grandmas) and better than my Bobo and cookies and pizza…all of my favorite things Dad, they’re not you.
So Happy Father’s Day, Daddy—I love you to the moon and back times a gazillion.