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because it's father's day

I took the kids to Walmart to pick out some Father's Day stuff. Candy. Cards. Yada yada...



Bristel was assigned finding a card for PopPop...




Toby...daddy...




He was SO excited at discovering the perfect card that he begged to read it out loud. Right there in the middle of the (jam packed with girls) Hallmark aisle. His card. To his daddy.





And so he proudly read...





Hand in hand, we've met




life's changes and challenges.





Side by side, we've shared




our most precious dreams.





Together, we've made a beautiful family





and a loving and lasting partnership





we both can depend on.





Don't get me wrong. It was super sweet. But honestly...the hilarity of my eight year old son choosing a sappy romantic card to give his daddy...





Well...it just slayed me. To tears. Buckled over...stomach clenching...girls gawking...and giggling behind their hands...tears.





When he flipped it open and read something about "to my husband" he finally got the joke too. And of course he then set about trying to convince me that he had chosen a card for me!





But it was actually perfect for you, Babe. Just more appropriate coming from me. Thank you for building our beautiful family together...hand in hand... Happy Father's Day...





And that, my friends, is your father's day giggle...






Click here to get your father's day sniffle in as well! A sweet sweet...beautiful...inspiring post...about an amazing dad & Papa...






If you're the parent...or grandparent...of a special needs child...make sure you carve some time out to read it. And grab some Kleenex while you're at it!

Comments

blogzilly said…
Yeah I read Cyndi's post. Touching.

Yours? Funny.

I did not write one. Cause it would just be full of yuck. Having a particularly craptacular day. :)
June 21, 2009 at 1:02 PM
Danielle said…
Well...you successfully guilted me into honesty. I wasn't going to post father's day stuff. Actually...it kinda slipped my mind. But as I started blog surfing...suddenly I realized that I'd posted about med-scapades today. But hadn't garnered the energy to post about father's day! And when I read Cyndi's post...I just couldn't take it anymore...I had to say something...

Anyway...

I'm sorry your day is sucky. I've found that holiday days...or milestone days...or anything that makes me think extra hard about Trevy...well...those days always tend to suck. And wipe me out. It takes at least a week to recover. Not sayin' that's what you're dealing with today...I'm really just sayin'...

...danielle
June 21, 2009 at 1:38 PM
blogzilly said…
I understood what you meant...kinda... :)
June 21, 2009 at 6:23 PM
Adesta said…
cute story D. And I love how Toby tried to convince you that he picked that one out for you!! ah...gotta love kids!!!

Hope J enjoyed his special day.
June 21, 2009 at 8:29 PM
JSmith5780 said…
Too funny!

Happy belated Father's Day J!
June 22, 2009 at 5:58 AM
Monica~ James~ Connor said…
i would have been in the floor laughing!!

that cyndi has such a way of bringing on the kleenex moments for me!!
June 22, 2009 at 10:54 AM
Colby said…
Well, Danielle...As I told you earlier, I am honored that you would want to share my post with these folks...Thank you so much....It was a VERY hard thing to write...DOUBLY hard because of the bond with my Colby...

And I really didn't mean for it to be so emotional....It just kid of pours out that way for me when I sit down here to post anything...I don't seem to have alot of filters here! When in life, I ALWAYS do!!

So I was VERY thankful for your wonderful way with some comic relief!!! Such an adorable and funny moment...WE NEED THEM!!!

THANK YOU!!!

Cyndi
June 23, 2009 at 5:31 PM
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