Our son Palmer was born a month early, he due date was July 2, 2007, but he decided to make his appearance a little early. Honestly, it was a lot early; a whole month early. He was born on June 2, 2007. I'm not sure where he got the idea to be early from something. His parents are rarely early for anything, and we're usually not even on time, but late.

Palmer's early arrival meant that I got to celebrate Father's day in 2007. However, anyone that has ever had a child could tell you that mother's of two week olds are not really in the mood to celebrate father's of two week olds. Kim got me a card and a framed picture from Hallmark, but the gift she really wanted to give me would have to wait.

Over the past several months, my wife has worked diligently to make sure that all of Palmer's needs are met. His nutritional, developmental, and emotional needs. She is a trooper. I try to do my part, but she is there all day everyday. She's on the front lines of battling poopy diapers, incessant crying, and an ever hungry baby.

I don't want to paint an inaccurate picture because it is not all bad, or even mostly bad. She'd tell you that the good far out weighs the bad. There are days when you just can't get enough of him, but there are other days when you can't stand anymore of him. I guess that's called being a parent?!?

So, back on topic. So, Kim has been working really hard since Palmer was born, but when she has found time, she has been working on my Father's Day gift. She has always been creative, but for the most part, outside of coloring in coloring books with our nephew, she hasn't had a way to put that creativity to use. However, for Father's Day she wanted to create a scrapbook for me, documenting mine and Palmer's relationship.

It was her first attempt at scrap booking and she did awesome. The pages look really cool. The pictures look great with the text, and she added all these stickers on there that say things like "Top Pop". I wish there were a way to show it off on here. If you come by the house, I'll probably show it to you.

My wife is super. She is an amazing woman. Thanks for the scrapbook, dear.

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