Growing up, we didn't celebrate Father's Day.
I could probably count on my fingers and toes the number of times that my sister and I saw our dad.
He usually showed up for Christmas and our birthdays, and even then, he was always drunk.
So when I found out I was pregnant, I hoped & prayed that Aaron would be the kind of dad that I never had. I'm not going to lie, at first it was rough. And he's still learning [as am I]. But the fact is that he does try and wants to be a good dad. And that is enough for me.
This was our first 'happy' father's day.
[Don't let the face fool you.]