So I know this is a little late, but I just have to preen a little. Recently, I experienced my first Father’s Day as a father. I wasn’t expecting it to matter to me, since I’m not big on these artificial holidays. I feel like if you can’t be bothered to recognize your parents/secretaries/teachers/etc the other 364 days a year, this one won’t make up for it!
Then I got to walk around in public carrying my beautiful baby boy for an afternoon, and got told “congratulations” by a dozen random people. It kinda moved me! Normally, we get the odd “congratulations” when people see Dashiell, but it’s always directed toward Mommy. I got a surprising amount of warm-fuzziness out being the target of such attention.
Also, I got some really cool gear!
We didn’t do anything super-special, just went out to lunch, but I’m going to have to put this on my short-list of great days…
