I don't get excited about Father's Day because my dad passed away in 2004 and I really miss him. This year I was extra stressed because of an upcoming business trip, my 2nd since having baby. I'm so out of my traveling routine. I get worried about having dishes done, laundry folded and put away, bills finished because if I die while I'm away I don't want anyone to have to deal with any urgent bill issues right away. I get a little over dramatic sometimes in imagining the worst. Saturday was like that. And Saturday is my husband's day off to mow the lawn and get stuff done around the house but I guess he could see I was not doing well. He stopped what he was doing and told me he was going to spend the day with us. And that's the dad I hope my son is some day. A man who will give up his only day off to make sure his wife has less anxiety. A man who will try really hard to make her laugh when she's got that worry wrinkle on her forehead.
I got my packing done early so we went to a movie. It was really nice to do something as a family since I'm to be gone for 3 days.
So Father's day came the next day and I thought to myself, I've picked the best father I could have picked for my kids. He's selfless and caring. I only hope we give him enough love in return.