When it started on a Portland street porch I bet you had no inkling you were talking to the woman who would marry you, bear your children- and drive you nuts. You had no idea it would involve a big city and a golden retriever, bland cooking and compulsive planning, growing pains and labour pains, station wagons and sleepless nights, parenting books and parenting brawls, money worries and the endless playing of “pretend”.
To the man who mows my lawn, changes the breaks, fixes the sink, does the taxes, walks the dog, and loves his kids….. Thank you for all that you do. Happy Father’s Day. Gary says it best - “I know I love you like the million times I never said”. —Love Doll