I never get too excited about these so-called special days, you know, Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, anniversaries of various happenings, birthdays, and those Hallmark holidays. They never quite live up to expectations when you expect them to be special. That’s why when they turn out to be surprisingly nice, they are so much more memorable.
Yesterday is a case in point. Father’s Day is not a big deal for me. Everyday that I think about my two wonderful children is a celebration. That they think enough of me to call me and wish me a happy day, is more than enough celebration for me. Since Mary and I are here at the cottage, I did not see either of the kids yesterday. But Jon called me twice just to talk. That was very nice. And Carrie made a huge effort to call and wish me a happy Father’s Day. Hers was a huge effort because she is in Etosha, Namibia, Africa right now doing something with big man-eating animals and phone service there is not what you might call convenient or cheap. So I feel really special because they both made an effort to connect with me yesterday. I couldn't ask for more.