Technically, Brian and I have never celebrated Father’s Day together. At least not since he became a father – which was, incidentally, right around the time I became a mother. Funny, that.
The reason is simple and complex all at once. The simple part is that we’re just not real huge on
the “Mother’s Day” and “Father’s Day” holidays. I gave Bri a surprise father’s day back in May, just because.
the “Mother’s Day” and “Father’s Day” holidays. I gave Bri a surprise father’s day back in May, just because.
The more complicated part has to with employment, mine specifically. I joined NDC 3 months after Abby was born. And two weeks later I was off to CPSI. On Father’s Day. And the year after that. And now this year, it’s once again Father’s Day and we’re apart.
But you know what? I’m kinda ok with that. Because Brian’s a pretty awesome Dad every day. And if I don’t tell him, I certainly think it every. Single. Day.
So I love you – and happy Father’s Day. Every day.
