real heroes don't wear capes...
my hero doesn’t wear a cape or fly.
His are the steady hands that lifts me high.
No need for flash or grand display,
Just quiet love shown every day.
my hero’s the rarest-bold and true,
Like Colorado steak, grass-fed through.
A cut above, both strong & wise,
A quiet fire behind his eyes.
my hero taught me how to live with grace,
to take each challenge face to face.
to savor life, its highs and lows,
and share the good stuff as it grows.
my hero has a silent strength with a gentle heart no one can beat.
like fresh OCEANOS lobster, buttery, tender and sweet.
This combination goes beyond comfort, it’s rich and rare.
cause my hero’s a warm welcome presence...
always there.
His energy pours like vintage wine,
uncorked with care, aged so fine.
each moment we share, every tale ever told
I raise my glass to my hero,
both brave and bold.
So, yes real heroes don’t wear capes.
They shape our lives, define our fates.
they laugh, they teach, they quietly stand…
& we’re who we are because they held our hand.
So, here’s to our dads with thanks so deep
for the lessons you give
and the promises you keep.
Let's give dad his tribute
and raise a toast well-served.
treat him to his throne at OCEANOS
it's what real heroes deserve.