A note to my husband on Father’s Day
You come home from work, and Diego run-jumps to the door squealing Papiiiii, and the baby is on his heels, crawling as fast as she can, and you practically trip over them both when you open the door—Diego dancing in place and the baby, sitting now, thrusting her chest up and down and reaching for you…
Day after day this ritual never loses intensity.
Oh how they love their Papi.
How we all do.