by Schuyler Young
There was a father's day breakfast in Schuyler's classroom. It was one a busy Friday morning between 8 and 9am and the week had been pretty packed as I tried to tie off loose ends before heading out to see Gramps, Nan, and Grandma. It was going to be hard to fit in but I didn't want to miss it either. So I show up and we grab some muffins and sit down and she disappears and reappears with the above "framed" portrait of her dad. She's beaming. And I start tearing up. I really did. Right there at the the little tiny table for two in her classroom in front of the other dads. I think it was probably lack of sleep (a thunderstorm last night meant Magic kept me up all night until 5am) but I was kind of overwhelmed by the simple gift. Just getting a glimpse of how she sees me was a hoot. But there were other dads in the room and I didn't want to embarrass myself by being the only dad sobbing over a doodle so i just hugged my little girl for a long, long time until she looked up at me with love in her eyes and said "Daddy... I love cupcakes".
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