Just trust me, and read it.

Gordon Keith is a local sports radio yuk monkey who has become a shockingly good columnist for the Dallas Morning News.

Go read his Mother's Day column. Trust me.

Admittedly the best.

I just figured out that I'm a grownup. I'm 40, and have a family which I look around and realize that I'm the head paternal unit of.  I'm more than halfway to my retirement.

Most important, though, is that Christmas doesn't mean that I want anything, anymore. I want to be with my family, and to see the kids open some presents. I want to see them happy, yet not overwhelmed and spoiled.

This morning, my nine year old handed me a cup of coffee and a hand-made Christmas card. On the front was a monochromatic Christmas tree and the words "Merry Christmas! Daddy." On the inside was written:

I can't be your friend, but I can be your daughter-- and I am grateful for just that. Love, [Nine Year-Old].

Huh. Could have sworn she used a Sharpie. Can't figure out why the ink seems to be blurring.

I hope your day is filled with the warmth that is in my heart, right now.

Will I be so comforted?

When I have to make that last trip out the front door, I hope I have someone like EpiJunkie to help me on my way.