Both of my kids are goofy about their Dad. They clamor to sit by him, to give him the last kiss, to talk to him first about their days.
Today there was shopping and discussing what to do to celebrate Daddy tomorrow and excited giggles and much scurrying to hiding places to excitedly finger gift-type things.
Because they love to fuss over their Daddy.
So, from our children, written by our youngest:
Ha Perfat Hersday, honey. Much love.
And just...well, because damn-this-thing-is-cute, and because I can't think of a more convoluted way to say I love you: