to the man in my life who holds the almost certainly unbreakable record for most flowers given and cards sent to me: my dad. (Sorry, Scott, but he had a 16-year head start.) My father is simultaneously one of the toughest and most sentimental people I know, and I think it's perfect that my son calls him "Coach".
Happy Father's Day Daddy!
and to Owen's dad: When Owen and I said his prayers before bed last night, Scott, I asked him if he wanted to thank God for you, but instead he just wanted to pray that your poison ivy would come off.
I suppose Owen is still in the more concrete phase of language expression. So if you want to know how Owen feels about his dad, you'll just have to come by around 6 on any night of the week and watch his face when our garage door first begins to squeak open.