Best. Present. Ever.

Warning: This post may make even the most heartless bastard well up.

A letter.

I got a letter from my 7-year-old son. It was part of some classroom assignment. He told me I was going to get one from him. It had no last name on it when it arrived.

While I often talk about my shitting habits and the trials & tribulations of raising two boys in a modern age, I still try to keep much of my personal life personal.

There has been little, if any, mention of the D-word by me on the blogosphere. And for the most part I intend to keep it that way, but it is important to bring up to give this letter some context for you.

This is what it reads:

"Dear Dad,

I can't wait to go on the subway in Maryland with you.I know it will be fun. You will like your present I got you. You are a really fun dad. I like going to your apartment. I hope you like the ornaments I gave you. You are the best dad ever. I can't wait to see you.

From: Cole"