On your day, Fathers day, you let me sleep in until 9.
You came home tonight with a surprise behind your back, you used your birthday money to spoil me.
When Zoe was up coughing at 2 am last Saturday you got up and looked after her.
You work so hard, signing off new deals, doing presentations, just so you can pay off my new camera.
You wake up earlier on a Wednesday when Agnes doesn’t come in so you can make the beds and clean the house.
You schedule your work meetings so you can pick Ethan up after school in the afternoons.
You sneak to the scout shop in Joburg between meetings to buy Ethan his cub uniform.
You bath the kids and make school lunches.
You make me hot water bottles and pour me glasses of red wine when the kids go to bed.
You put up with my moods and still love me regardless.
You make this list so easy to write. Thank you for being you.