I am in Paris for work missing Father's Day, but more importantly, missing my family. So in celebration of the day and in keeping with the running theme, I would like to say ...
Happy Father's Day, Matt! Whether holding Marisa in the big dentist chair, doing dragon toes with Emily when she got stage fright, or holding Zachary most of the night when he had an ear infection, you have been an amazing daddy and a rockstar in your children's (and wife's)eyes. There is no one else I would rather share this run we call life.
There have been the long training runs we just had to get through (aka the month before Zachary was born), the trail runs that were exhausting but completely fulfilling (aka the first few weeks with twins), the marathon after months of training (aka Marisa's surgery and recovery), the track workouts that build our strength (aka most days), and those runs at lunch together that feel like luxury (aka those runs at lunch together that feel like luxury). So although I am thousands of miles away right now, I am smiling just thinking about all of our future runs that we will run...together. I miss you. I love you. Happy Father's Day.
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