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I just wanted to wish all of the dads I know (most especially my own) a Happy Father’s Day. It might be a holiday cynically created by greeting card companies to sell stuff, but I don’t care…it’s now my holiday cynically created by greeting card companies to sell stuff, and I’m the recipient of some of that stuff that gets bought. So Father’s Day: thumbs up.

The Amazing Terry secretly arranged to have Unca Jeff come watch the kids so she could surprise me with a trip down Highway 146 to Providence to see Batman Begins (official review coming very soon on Moviegeekz; short review: friggin’ awesome), followed by a yummy dinner at a confy little Italian bar-n-grill in the Federal Hill district. As Terry said last night: “I know you love your kids, but the best present they could have given you was some time away from them.” I’m not gonna argue with that, especially when I get Batman and Italian food out of the deal.

(Terry and Kelsey came home from shopping shortly before Terry and I left for our date; Kelsey came through the door with an “I Love Daddy” T-shirt on and, with not a little prodding, wished me a “Happy Happy Day.” Good enough for me, baby.)

Being a father has been the most thrilling and terrifying journey of my life, bar none; being a father to my two gorgeous, constantly surprising, endlessly entertaining daughters has been so much more fulfilling and rewarding than I’d ever imagined it could be. Each year that passes makes this holiday mean more and more to me. I know that both the ups and the downs of fatherhood will grow greater and more intense as time goes on (and man, time is going on way too damn quickly), but I wouldn’t miss this ride for anything.

Anywas, Happy Dad’s Day, all’a youse dads reading this thing. I truly hope all of your lives have been as enriched by the experience of being a father as mine has.