Birthdays are a time for Redemption

Dear Daddy,

Happy Birthday.
You are our super hero.

Remember when you cut your thumb so badly last week, and needed a lot of stitches. It was hard for us to see our super hero injured.
... you redeemed yourself when you cut the stitches out with a pair of my craft scissors.

Remember when you worked on winter lawns for so many hours in October we thought you might have moved out, but couldn't really tell?
... you redeemed yourself when you agreed to take the day off for your birthday.

Remember when you used your superpowers to squish, squeeze, torture or annoy any one of us to death?
... you redeemed yourself by being hilariously funny and making all three of us feel like we are your best friend.

Remember when you dismantled, rearranged, "improved" or "Tim Allen-ed" anything else that belongs to me?
... you redeemed yourself by being the handiest husband I know and fixing everything that ever breaks.

Me and the kids think you are the best thing since round tortillas, but don't let it go to your head.
Happy Birthday, Daddy!