Time and I again I was told that repeating oneself is dangerous to one’s health, but I can’t help it if this is all true. This is from my Father’s Day post last year:
“Screw Marvel and DC Comics! Even if he has no bizarre costume or mutation of any kind, my father would always be the most powerful superhero that my world would ever have—the perfect match for my Supermom, as evidenced by this post. Swishing a cape of life lessons, battling every day's little evils in the confines of his workplace, steeling himself for the unexpected jabs that life might throw his way…when everything’s done he’ll remove his protective armor and melt, because at the end of the day, his family would always be his heart’s kryptonite.”
It’s hard to put into words, but all I can add is that I’m so happy he’s here with me. I just can’t imagine what my life would be without the first man I ever loved in my life. I pray to God to give him blessings and rewards for all the hard work he’s doing and we—his family—would give the love, respect, and care that he deserves. :)
Happy superdad’s day!