The children didn’t get me anything for Father’s Day. Except that The Boy gave me himself for the day.
His eternal cuteness.
His joyful smile.
His (near-)impeccable behaviour.
His love of bike rides.
His love of trains.
His utter despair at having to leave the model railway.
The way he just rocks up to strangers in that “hey look at how cute I am” way.
His singing, and how he gladly sang along with me to Postman Pat, Twinkle Twinkle etc while tootling around on the bike.
I couldn’t love him more and the only gift I ever want is time with him.
My only wish would be that I still had the gift of time with my Dad too.