Why Coop is the Best Dad on the Planet, No. 763,897

Yesterday, which was a Saturday, I had a particularly horrible migraine.  One of the throw-up-for-twelve-hours variety.  I added my trademarked move where I e-mail my best friend saying that I wish I was dead, DEAD, do you hear me??  (She, also a sufferer of migraines, knew that once the headache was gone, I would recant.)

Anyway, Coop got up and ran the dogs.  Then he took the girls to piano lessons (our piano teacher is having a difficult pregnancy and is teaching out of her house for the duration), out to lunch, to Barnes and Noble and to Michael's.  Then he cooked them their favorite dinner of sliders and fries.  (Sliders are tiny burgers and for some reason, my girls love them much more than the bigger cousins.)

In the midst of all that, he managed to find time to go to the store and buy a bunch of Easter stuff.  Because, today is Easter, didn't you get the memo?  It turns out that if you are traveling over Easter and only getting to have three Easter celebrations with each of the grandmothers and your good friends, the Easter Bunny will COME BACK to your house once you are home from your travels.

I didn't know this either.

But there Coop was, stuffing eggs late into the night and then hiding them and filling up the Easter baskets. When I came down this morning and sat down to put on my shoes, each shoe had a tiny plastic egg in it.  I set about hiding the eggs and every place I went to hide one, there was an egg already sitting there.  (Had my own little Easter egg hunt --I was giggling!)

I hope my kids know how lucky they are to have a dad with such a sense of whimsy and fun.  I sure know how lucky *I* am to have such an imaginative partner in this parenting gig.

Funny. He doesn't LOOK like the Easter Bunny.