Handmade cards, 4th row seats to Avenue Q and stunning ginger pear pie… When Alex wants to tell me he loves me, he picks some damned fantastic ways to do it.

Having not exchanged a civil word in nearly 3 years, I tend to dread Father’s Day and all its trappings. Yesterday my wonderful boy, Alex, took the day and made it into something really special. Dubbing it instead “Daddy’s Day” he treated me to all manner of delightful spoiling. While I’ll be the first to confess that the Daddy/boy relationship we have is hard to describe, even to kinky people let alone “normal folks”, one thing is for sure. I’m so proud and stupid with affection and love that it is hard to contain some days.