As a child, Father’s Day was another day to thank my mother for the dual roles she filled in my life. But for the last sixteen, my husband has restored my faith in the Y chromosome by being the wonderful father he is to our son. He’s making waffles for us this morning, which we excitedly await.
He’s got a theory. On Mother’s Day, the dads take their kids for the day so the moms can have a break. And those same families send the kids with their dads on Father’s Day so they can spend time with their kids. We think it’s a plot from the Mommy’s Morning Out Union.
We’ll likely go for a hike or a bike ride later in the day, then enjoy a delicious meal on the back deck … together, because that’s what the Three Adventurers do. Together.
I hope you’re having a wonderful Father’s Day with whomever fills that role for you.