ten.

i've got a ten year old daughter.

today.
that's no joking around.
a decade of fatherhood,
parental consent,
and dissent,
and well-sent scents,
and all the good times and hard styles
that come along with it.
ten years,
in a row,
since i sat down with my new baby girl.
my little helpless, pink, wet raisin of a baby.
harvest skye ruth.
duders,
real talk:
i cried like i was little infant when it all really happened.
now she's all big, and ten, and a real-life person.
it's crazy.
ten years have past.
already.
ten years.
from diapers and bottles to books and violins.
i'm grateful for chance to influence 'em.
seriously,
it's hard to wrap my head around having a
decade-old daughter.
today is the day.
and it's been so for ten flippin' years.
i couldn't even imagine not knowing those kids of mine, y'all.
sappy?
sure.
self-indulgent?
a little.
true story?
abso-'ucking-lutely.
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so how do really real duders celebrate being a dad,
and how do hungry little harpies
hunker down on their hankering for hottness?
pepe's pizza, mutha-lickas.
we demolished four pizzas.
on the ones, my ninjas.
we gnashed and gnoshed and tore and swallowed.
we ate it all up.
hard.
that's berfday pizza, yo.
because we doo-doo that discus of delicious jauns.
every time.
full bellies,
full hearts,
overflowing freshness.
today is a good day.
a great day.
the day.
happy birthday, my beautiful little girl;
never quiet, never soft.....