My birthday was last week; I just got the most amazing presents and I wanted to share.
First, Alex. It needs a little backstory.
Alex often awards me with a “bad daddy” or a “good daddy”. For example, let’s say I don’t let him order desert: “Bad daddy!” If I beat him in a game, refuse to give him money, tell him to go to bed…”Bad daddy.” I get them all the time. One time in the backyard I pegged a rabbit with a nerf football and received a string of about 30 of them.
A “good daddy” is much harder to come by.
So check out this letter.
Pretty amazing right?
Then yesterday, a package arrived in the mail. And to our surprise, Jack had ordered it.
“Happy birthday!” he said and tossed me the package.
He bought me Gerritt Cole Yankees shirt (he’s the Yankee’s new $324 million dollar pitcher). But that’s not what’s so special.
See, Jack has a job. He’s doing dishes three nights a week at a local restaurant. He got the job himself and he’s been steadily putting real money into a bank account we opened. He used his bank card to go online and buy the shirt.
And the pride he felt being able to do that all on his own. To be able to buy his father a gift.
Seeing that was pretty stunning.
That’s the real present.