Six years into being a father, I've decided I really like this day - even if it may be a Hallmark Holiday. Father's day and Mother's day is bigger in our house than Valentine's. Thankfully, chichimama is not a fan of Valentine's, which lets me off the hook for that one.But given how much a struggle it can be with kids, we actually both like our respective parent's day.
Today, I was woken up to breakfast in bed with my absolutelymostfavoriteawesome "bagel" from Panera (it's the cinnamon crunch thing (or something) and to call it a bagel is a stretch. Load up some cream cheese on that baby and it's a most delectable breakfast (despite some clogging arteries). The kids also gave me a couple of craft presents they did in schools, which was actually awesome. Previously, neither of them had been in school at any time near Father's day so they never did anything. I always thought I got shafted because they had always done a crafty thing for Mother's day. It's a small thing, but I enjoy those gifts. Chichimama also got me a new sports watch, which is awesome.
We then headed out to the boat. The weather here was cloudy, but I checked weather.com and the radar had NO PRECIP anywhere near us or on the way. None. Nada. I double checked. So we headed out. Just as we headed over the Raritan bridge on the way to the boat yard, it started raining. And as we got closer to the boat, the heavier the rain got. So, we decided to get sandwiches from Wawa (they have the BEST sandwiches ever) and said we'd see what happens. The rain let up, so we got on the boat and ate them. Then it started raining again. No boat ride for us. So we packed up into the car and headed towards the shore for a drive. It was like a freaking monsoon the whole trip. Until, that is, we got home. As we pulled into the driveway, the sun shone brightly and it turned into a gorgeous evening! Figures.
Ah well. It was still a good day. The kids were good and we had fun.
Happy Father's Day!
And, on a side note: RIP to Tim Russert on this Father's Day. His sudden death actually saddened me. As journalists in the mainstream media go, he always struck me as reasonably fair. He seemed like a nice guy and as I read the obits this weekend, it turns out he was a happy father and loved his family. 58 is too young to die.
UPDATE
I just read this article in the Weekend WSJ. Well worth a read and it makes me really think about what it is to be a father; what kind of legacy I want to leave with my kids; and how I think of my own dad.
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