The gift shop is crowded with terrible Father’s day cards.
Golf clubs, ties, beer mugs, bbq tools, fishing nets…reductive dad stuff.
Forget it-Eggs benny will do without the card.
Here’s to you, Dad, my guide to all that is good and right in the world.
Here’s to you, my husband and partner in parenting, the greatest adventure of all.
My card only needs a heart.