We are celebrating father’s day today without daddy. Its nothing particularly unusual, and the kids don’t really know much about the day. But I do, and its harder for me for sure. I love holidays, and photo ops, and tradition and all that silly stuff. So, I get all sad and sentimental when he misses things like this. I know what we’ll do, we’ll make up little cards and the kids will draw or paint on them. We’ll post pone the day and I’ll make a special dinner, something he’s requested as his favorite. He got a nice gas bbq last month so that was sort of his present. His first big boy bbq (lol). It’s funny when buying things like couches and BBQs become the highlight of your life. My new couch is my current crush. But this post isn’t sad, nor meant to be sad or poor me, boo hoo he’s not here. That’s not really anything new, and its one day out of how many Father’s Days we’ve had, or will hopefully have in the future.
Hold onto your hats folks, its about to get mushy.
The hubby and I started dating about a million years ago, and it wasn’t very long after we started dating that he was pretty sure I was the girl for him! Yup, he told me that first and I’m pretty sure he said he loved me first too. Here we are at 16 and 18. We were at a dance. I had on a vintage dress and he had on my grandfather’s WWII Army Air Corp Uniform.