I find myself in the same position as I was last Father’s Day, not quite prepared. Cards have been purchased, gifts needs to be mailed, breakfast wasn’t made (unless you count cracking a roll of cinnamon buns) and I still need to go round up some steaks for tonight. Expectations have been lowered around here and we all feel better, no pressure to make this the FATHERS DAY to end all FATHERS DAY. The US Open is on and my husband has all but locked himself in our room to watch. He’s happy, we’re happy.
I know that being a father is something that my husband resisted for so long, he turned 40 only two weeks after our son was born. He has NO IDEA how much he would come to love being a dad. It is truly one of the most incredible transformations I have ever witnessed in a person. It would be like some who didn’t like cats ending up owning 20 of them (and for the record he is NOT a cat person). He didn’t realize what he was missing. Happy Fathers Day to a man who couldn’t love his kids any more and to your dad whom we miss this day and every day.
Life is good.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dad’s out there especially my own. Ironically both my parents are now settled in balmy Florida so I don’t get to see them very much anymore and that makes me a very sad panda. Luckily for me as the keeper of the family photos I have these.
Happy Father’s Day dad if you are reading this … I LOVE YOU.