A shout-out to fathas

I remember when Jason and I were first dating we had a conversation about some of our lifelong dreams. As crazy as it may sound, Jason confided in me that ever since he'd seen the movie "8 mile", he knew he was destined to be a rapper. Even years later, he would make up his own little rhymes, walking around the house saying, You say 'Mali', I say 'Bu', 'Mali- Bu! Mali- Bu!' So, as an early Father's Day gift I arranged for him some lessons in freesyling. You know, just letting the rhymes come as they may, keeping it real. He's improved so much since taking lessons, his rhyming, his hand gestures... and just over-all gangsterness. All that practicing and getting booed off stage at those open mike nights over and over again paid off honey! You are so dope. I'm so proud of you. Happy Father's Day!