So what does it take to make me not a ******* for 5 minutes or so? Riding with 2.0 to the new ball park and having him retell the story of how last year we went to the old yard for Father's Day with Grandpa and how that was a fun day.
What does it take to do it again? Tucking in at bedtime (well, 3 hours after bedtime, actually) and getting "Thanks, Dad, that was fun."
F'uck me, I'm a sappy girl.