Running Fat Chef

Sometimes I hear my husband say that nobody cares about Father’s Day as much as Mother’s Day.

And every time he says it, I completely disagree.

One of my favorite things about being married to Eric is getting to watch him be a dad.

I’ve spent nearly 19 years watching him learn what makes our son laugh, think, light up, and shut down. Watching the two of them mock each other’s mannerisms and then immediately act confused about where the other one got it from.

Sir. 🫥😒🤣

That is your child.

The resemblance isn’t just physical. It’s in the way they think, the way they move through the world, and the way they love the people they care about.

When we were younger, I knew I wanted to be a parent. What I didn’t know was how lucky I’d be in choosing that partner. The patience, thoughtfulness, and care this man pours into our family every day is something I’ll never take for granted.

Eric, our son and I are so fortunate to have you.

You are so much more than a Father’s Day card, a dad hat, or a cup of coffee.

You are loved.
You are appreciated.
And you are one hell of a father.

Happy Father’s Day, babe. ❤️