It was Father’s Day? I know I always record things a day after they pass but it’s pretty sad that here it is Tuesday (or Wednesday) and I’m just now saying something about Toby’s very first Father’s Day ever. Sad. Sad. Sad.

Not to mention I got him nothing (NOTHING) but a weekend full of pms. I tried really hard to be the perfect wife and not nag or whine or even cry… but I failed miserably. There were tears and yelling and lots of time spent in the baby’s room with the door shut. Don’t even try to tell me not to be too hard on myself in the comment box. I deserve to feel crappy. I have no excuse. I had all the time in the world to think up something sweet and sentimental and I didn’t. Not even a homemade card–which is what I planned on doing but didn’t because somehow I used her morning nap to do something else. I can’t remember what.

So I’m just going to say it today. Happy Father’s Day Toby! You’re a really great Dad, better than I even imagined. I love you. (And thank you for hugging me and telling me that everything will be okay in reality when I get back to it. It wasn’t funny then, but it is now.)