Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there.
To my Dad, Jerry, whom I wrote about earlier
in the month on his birthday. Nice and sunny and
hot today so perfect for some family grilln'.
When we were little it was all about Dad. Now, is
split between my husband, or "Daddy" to our kids,
and my Dad. Often, and especially lately, I have been
writing about all that is wrong or needs to change in our
little reality called life...here in the chasm. But there is
so much that is perfect already. Like when the kids woke
up early to color Daddy's big card. Because as we say at
our house, when you care enough to send the very best,
you make your OWN card!
Markers astrew, concepts jogging about in their brains,
and plenty of "Mom...how do you spells?!"
And then them jumping downstairs with their
creations and their present. Jumping in bed with us
in their jammies with smiles and messy hair.
There's a warmness in your heart that these are the little
things that make life so beautiful it hurts. And it's knowing
that no gift or anything else we would do to celebrate the day
will top that very moment.