This is what I wrote him on FB:
Happy Father's Day to you Mike Moncur. I wish there was a Father's Day song I could sing you, or a national dance I could dance for you (two of my greatest skills), but I guess this will just have to be an ordinary Hallmark Greeting.
I simply think you are the backup singer to the rockstar of all dads. Wait isn't that supposed to be the other way around? No, and let me tell you why (stay with me for a minute here). The back up singers often go unnoticed, but without them a rockstar wouldn't sound as good as he thinks he does in his head. A rockstar would never change a poopy diaper--it is below him--but a backup singer, takes charge, knowing that taking care of the dirty work is essential to making the show run flawlessly. A rockstar would never have the time to give his wife a 24 hour break from being a mommy, whereas a back up singer takes the time to do such grunt work, knowing the probability of him getting fired if he didn't do it, would greatly increase.
What I am saying is I am glad I married a backup singer and not a rockstar.
I love you not just to the moon and back, but to Pluto and back. I love you as much as Beckahm loves saying no. And I would be as depressed as a fat kid after hearing that twinkies had been discontinued, if I didn't have you in my life.
Xoxo fab Daddy!! Now go get your iPhone so we can both officially join the 21st century.
Trying to snap a pic of the kids in the a.m.—didn't work!
My three handsome men!!
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