On the Fathers for Good website, we are asking dads to tell about their best Father’s Day ever, and we have gotten some pretty heartfelt stories. It only occurred to me today, however, to think about my own best-ever Father’s Day – and I suddenly realized that this is not a simple question.
Some Father’s Days, I must admit, I do not remember clearly – and I’ve only been a father for nine years! Some memories which I relate to Father’s Day may actually have been gifts and surprises my wife and kids gave me for my birthday (well, they are only a month apart). My wife is really great with homemade gifts that she makes with our two boys. They get out glue and photos and colored paper and create something really special. I wish I could say I do the same for my wife on Mother’s Day or on her birthday, but I was never good at arts and crafts. I get a Hallmark card and write something poetic that I hope will live in our hearts forever.
But that can never match the little plaque of pictures and cut-out words on the wall that remind me of Father’s Day a few years ago – the year we went to Philadelphia on the Fourth of July. Or the wood structure that looks something like a cut-away dollhouse and has pictures of my boys in every room.
I know from little clues around the house that my wife and children are working on something for Father’s Day. They hide things when I come home from work, and laugh in the secret the way only kids can, as though holding in the big secret will burst their bellies. From the patter of little feet and the hushed tones when I walk in a room, I think this may be my best-ever Father’s Day.
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