I’ve been married to the same man for 47 years. Yes, we are spring chickens. He became a father maybe before he was ready, but he was thrilled both times. We had two children when we were young, and then quit having kids when we were still young. One of each and the bedrooms were filled up, so we quit. But they were the light of our lives. We didn’t have a penny to our names, and they were the entertainment. We learned to be parents.
Today he is a grandfather and still hanging around with us. The kids have kids and lives of their own, but we see them as often as possible.
Tomorrow we’re cooking hamburgers and hotdogs (his request) with as many of the family as we can get here. Everyone is busy. I’ll bake him a cake in the morning and share it with the other fathers in our family. Cake from a box and hotdogs – nuthin’ but the best! But it’s what he wants. He’s easy to please when it comes to food. That is good since I’m not a world renown chef.
He mowed the grass today and we’ll cook the burgers and dogs on the grill. Not much has changed in the last 47 years. He still likes the simple things.
Happy Father’s Day to the father of my children. And happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there.
What are you doing for Father’s Day?