I hugged Josh tonight. “Happy Father’s Day,” I said. “You know, it means a lot to me that you are the father of my baby.”

“Awww.” Josh gave me a kiss. “Or that I was willing to let you put my name down on his birth certificate?” I snorted. “I just didn’t want your reputation to be sullied any more than it had already been.”

“Man, I was trying to have a schmoopy moment and here you are, accusing me of being a whore.”

“Who’s accusing?”

Happy Baba’s Day, Josh. I love you, and so does Matthew.

a mosaic I had printed up and framed for Josh (from both me and Matthew, of course)

footprints from yesterday at a fair we went to (compare to this)