Me and the boys flying a kite at dusk on the beach.
I always wondered why on Mother's Day, the mother gets a break from the kids, however, on Father's Day, the father "gets" to spend time with the kids. In my case, I did actually want to spend time with my boys.
I had to work on Saturday and when I got home, M had prepared a menu of items that I got to choose from for breakfast and lunch the following day. Dinner, she informed me, was going to be with all of her extended family. She also started Father's Day that night and got the kids already for bed before we took them over to a friends' house to hang out.
On Sunday, I got to sleep in (which M usually let's me do on Sundays anyways) and then was greeted by a bright-eyed 3-year old asking me if I wanted peppers in my breakfast burrito. I rolled myself out of bed when he told me it was time to get up and come downstairs. M had made my requested breakfast burritos with sausage, egg, cheese and peppers. I got orange juice to drink and a doughnut. It was fabulous.
After breakfast, me and the boys sat down and watched the Fantastic Mr. Fox. We all enjoyed it. When lunchtime rolled around, I was still pretty full from a late breakfast, so M made me a wonderful fruit salad. Then it was off to Church. The fathers got a bag of M&Ms. After Church we came home for a minute and then went over to M's aunt and uncle's house for burgers and dogs. We came home a few hours later, M got the kids bathed and put in bed. I spent the rest of the evening on the couch reading.
The day was low key and very nice. I feel so incredibly blessed to have such a wonderful and loving wife, and two amazing kids. I love spending time with all of them and was glad that I could focus on enjoying them. I would not be what I am today if it weren't for them. Thanks for the great day.