Daddy and me

This is Dad.

Dad’s the guy.

He sips his coffee and watches the sky.

He lives in a house with three wild girls,

Two silly cats with tails that twirl,

And Faith—his wife—she runs the show,

While Dad keeps things chill and steady and slow.

Dad likes naps.

Dad likes snacks.

Dad likes movies and comfy slacks.

He likes it when the girls are singing loudly,

He laughs when the cats fall off the couch.

He fixes the sink, the bike, the light,

And he still makes pancakes on Sunday night!

Sometimes, things go a little wild—

The cats go zoom, and the girls go styled.

Slime on the sofa, glitter on shoes…

But Dad just shrugs—he’s used to the news.

Faith walks in with her perfect grin,

“Dinner’s ready!” and the games begin.

Everyone’s loud, the cats chase string—

But Dad’s in the middle, loving everything.

He might not juggle or sing on stage,

But he gives the best hugs and never shows rage.

He dances like nobody’s watching at all,

Even when he trips in the hall.

The cats curl up, the house calms down,

Dad wears his “Best Papa” crown.

The girls snuggle close, Faith takes his hand—

And Dad? He’s the king of this wild, sweet land.

So here’s to Dad, on his big ol’ day,

For all the love and laughs and play.

He might be quiet, calm, or bold—

But he’s the best if truth be told.

Dad is chill.

Dad is rad.

Dad is ours—and we’re SO glad!

THE END 🎉🐾👨‍👧‍👧