Dear Jackrabbit,
Happy Father’s Day.
Your mother takes great pictures of you, boy.
Let’s cut your old man a break and we’ll pretend that there hasn’t been an inexcusably long gap between posts and letters, shall we?
Thanks, champ. You’re a superstar. I’ve been, like, super busy lately and my original schedule for posts just got to be too overwhelming and once it slid it got hard to un-slide.
Hopefully I can get back on a schedule again–maybe just twice a week instead of three times.
We’ll see. Be patient.
Okay, that out of the way…
Happy Father’s Day.
It’s a weird day. I try not to make a big deal out of it because it really does seem like every day is Father’s Day with you around. Just the same, there’s a big box on the back porch with my name on it, and a little gift bag as well. And I understand there will be food as well. It’s all very nice and greatly appreciated. I should be giving you and your mother presents today.
Wonder what’s in the box and bag? Hmm. I suppose I should wait until everyone is up and present when I do so.
You’re a great kid, Jack. You’ve done a lot of growing since I’ve last written. You’re not just walking, but running at times. Maybe not gracefully, but you’re surprisingly quick. You seem to enjoy the beach. You like your blocks. You have fun at the playgrounds. You’re being a picky eater.
You’re awesome.
Okay, it’s 3am. I need to knock off soon so I can get some sleep. I expect we have stuff to do tomorrow. It’s your day as much as mine.
All my love. Will write again soon.
–Dad
