To my husband, the father of my children and my favorite person to laugh with:
I’m sorry…
I joked that we were going to tattoo Jabba the Hut on your belly
And told the kids that you once let out a fart so big
it ripped a hole in your sweatpants
Thank you for…
Wearing the fake mustache to Subway and
scaring that gaggle of small children,
Saying you liked the Yodeling Pickle
I got you for Christmas
Making me killer egg-white veggie omelettes
that you flip in the pan like a real chef,
And for always chopping my onions
I remember…
the day we drove home from the hospital Continue reading ‘The Father’s Day poem you’ll never see at Hallmark’
