this weekend is my first father’s day where i have a child (in his words i’m his “half step dad”) and j2 will be out of town with his “real” dad.
he did give me a great big hug and kiss and wish me happy father’s day before i left for work today, and then as i was closing the front door, bike in hand, i heard j1 ask: “why are you crying?”
“because i’m so happy.”
i was a bit teary, too.