Father’s Day and Anniversaries
This is a pretty special Father’s Day for us this year!
Adam, our son, will be celebrating his very first one. If that isn’t special, what is? It’s so hard to believe that he’s been a dad
for 10 months already. And no matter how
hard we all keep trying to teach Jackson to say, “Momma”-he still answers with,
I know how that is-Sarah didn’t call Steve “daddy”-but
before she said “mommy”, she would go around the house calling,
Adam’s a very hands on dad.
Mondays and Tuesdays he and Jackson spend together. Besides the usual parental care, he’s also
finally catching on to needing to help out with household chores. It’s a wonderful relationship to watch grow
Because of the heat, I took the older boys and met Adam and
Sam at the community water park in the late afternoon. It was Jackson’s first time in the
center. While Dylan and Aidan went down
the myriad of long slides, we watched from under the sanity of an
umbrella. At 5 p.m. it was a very hot
The next morning I texted Adam and asked if he wanted to
join us after Jackson’s morning nap for a cool down. We spent there until the lunchtime stomach
grumbles began and then went to Subway for lunch. Adam ordered up a kid’s meal for his little
“me”. Jackson tried to chew peeled and
diced apple bits, fresh French bread and some avocado and cheese. Let’s just say that I’m sure someone was
going to need a bit more food that was soft in nature upon getting home.
This Sunday Adam’s working-so we’ll all be up at the crack
of 7 and meet at the same place we had Mother’s Day breakfast. It’s a popular and close local spot (this can
be deciphered as-one of 4 places in our rural community that’s open during the
morning hours). It’s special because
once you’ve celebrated your “first” of anything-it really can’t be done again.
Speaking of firsts-I mentioned “anniversaries” in my
title-This weekend is also the first anniversary of Steve and my very first
date. Yes, Saturday is the 34th
celebration of what brought 2 young people together and the lives they’ve
created for an ever-growing family.
So, while I’m not allowed to toast with champagne-I will
simply say to my husband, “I love you and so glad we didn’t meet at that awful
group for Jewish singles. My front door
was so much better.”