So, my ideal Mother’s Day is a nice big breakfast with my hubby and kids, then the rest of the day off. I know, that goes against everything Mother’s Day is supposed to celebrate, but with only one other “special” day dedicated solely to me (my birthday!) I’ll take the break in the form of “Me Day” wherever I can get it.
Father’s Day is something entirely different around here. My husband loves to be on the go with the entire family. This Sunday will be a day of big breakfasts, family time at the beach or park, family movie time and then dinner that will involve a steak somewhere. I love the fact that he wants to spend his “special day” celebrating his family and that he loves to be on the go. In fact, I love it, but it makes me feel guilty because I’d rather spend my “special day” curled up with a good book enjoying the peace and quiet.
At any rate, Father’s Day is one of my favorite “special days” because I remember to slow down and tell my husband what a wonderful father he is. And boy is he, he’s “that guy” that plays baseball in the front yard till dusk, he’s the guy that wags his daughter to the Justing Bieber movie (I shamefully said “no way”), he’s that guy who shoots baskets with his little girl for two hours so she can make one on her own.
To all the dads out there who try hard to be a strong, positive presence in their children’s lives, I say thanks. To the man who tries so hard to be a great dad to my own children, I cannot express how thankful I am. Happy Father’s Day!