Another Long Ago Holiday

Ah, Father’s Day.  Eva told me a couple of days before Father’s Day that it could be Father’s Day and Girlie Day.  She was certain that her Daddy would want to share the day with her.  Every time I made a preparation for Father’s Day, she would ask what it was for.  When I answered that it was for Father’s Day, she would say, “You mean, Father's Day and Girlie Day.”  Yes.  That’s exactly what I mean.

I wanted the day to be extra special so I tried my best to make sure Michael didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to on Father’s Day.  I even did it willingly and with a smile.  I’m such a good wife.

I made him biscuits and gravy for breakfast and they were very tasty.  I remembered my gaffe on his birthday and didn’t dump the entire box of salt in like I had the first time.  That turned out to be a wise choice.  I’m usually not a lover of biscuits and gravy but my, my, my, they were divine.  I’m such a good cook.

Michael has a binder full of talks that his mission president gave while Michael was serving as a missionary – back in the olden days.  He cherishes these talks and has tenderly cared for them all these years.  They are photocopies of photocopies, typed haphazardly with varying fonts and grammatical errors, and they are difficult to read without complete concentration.  For his Father’s Day gift, I spent six weeks retyping this binder full of talks.  I thought it would be an easy task but underestimated how long it actually takes to type up over 100 pages of single-spaced text.  Turns out it takes about six weeks.  It was a difficult task at times, but I imagined how excited Michael would be when he unwrapped the new binder and that kept me motivated.  My fingerprints are worn off from all the tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard and my carpal tunnel syndrome has flared so severely that I can’t bend either of my wrists, but I’m glad he has a shiny new binder of prettily-typed talks.  He loved the gift and I loved that I could give him something meaningful.  I’m such a thoughtful person.

The best gift came in the form of more food.  Ribs, cowboy spuds, and artichokes for dinner.  And a towering carrot cake for dessert.  MMMMMmmmmmmm.  I’m such a good menu planner.

I’m so blessed to have Michael and the superb influence that he is as the father in our home. 

I’m such a good husband-chooser.

Happy Father’s Day! (And Girlie Day)