Last Sunday was Father's Day. Usually I would call my dad and wish him well, but this time we were both celebrating for the same reason: we are both dads.
That still seems strange to me. To think that Father's Day is now a holiday that applies to me as more than just a son, is wonderfully bizarre.
You were a pretty good boy and mama made some delicious chocolate cakes, so it was a very nice first Father's Day.
