With all the rushing around we’ve been doing recently I haven’t really given much thought to Fathers Day until yesterday we all the customers at work were asking for Fathers Day cards.
When I woke this morning I was greeted by a bottle of milk for the baby and whilst I fed Oliver Keighley was in the other room. When she came back and Oliver had finished his bottle I went to rinse it out and put it aside for washing a little later and when I came back I was greeted with this:
Oliver was sitting in my spot in the bed (nothing unusual there) sounded by some presents and two cards.
The stuff that I got was lovely and just showed that the stuff supermarkets and other stores push as a must for all dads isn’t true or in this case needed, with the exception of the superdad pjs everything was either handmade or something that is unique to me and my personality and best of all I loved it cause so much thought had gone into it.
Then Keighley showed me the pictures of Oliver actually making the biscuit face and his delight at having done it and that made it even better.
This may be our first fathers day but I have a feeling its going to be the one that sticks in my mind forever more.