This weekend, as we were on our way to Akron to celebrate Father’s Day at a Middle Eastern restaurant, I looked over at my husband and was struck by his coolness. That’s right, I said it. My 31 year old hubby, driving his minivan with his 2.5 kids, was the epitome of cool in that moment.
It’s funny when you think back to what was “cool” in high school. Who was cool. What clothes were cool. What you did that was cool. But really, none of it was actually cool. It was just the shallow endeavor to appear cool.
What makes Mike the definition of cool is his confidence and his ability to just be awesome. He measures himself not based off what others are doing, but what he knows he is supposed to do as a husband, father and man. He’s just really somthin.
And yea, he’s cool because he dresses sharp and is easy on the eyes. And yea he’s cool because he plays hard with the boys. And yea he’s cool because he takes me out to eat to hip joints and we still have fun like we did when we were 20.
Happy Father’s Day to my main squeeze, the love of my life and the father of my babies. You are one cool daddy-o and we love you lots.
And to the man who embarrassed me with his old cars and goofy antics when I was a kid, I just want to say – Dad, you’re the coolest! I still can’t believe I had to ride to school in old hot rods as a kid, but now I realize that was kinda cool. I love all our memories of rod runs, John Wayne movies and runs around the high school track. Love you! (It also looks like I have you to thank for my love of big sun glasses.)