I love Father’s Day. Who wouldn’t? Lying in bed while the kids run in bearing crafts made by their own hands and mommy leaves you to lie in bed in quiet while she sneaks downstairs to prepare your favorite meal. Breakfast! Ah…I love Father’s Day!
Yesterday, the boys came in like the three wise men of old. Bearing gifts for their Daddy. They gave them to me starting from the youngest to the oldest. Waiting with expectant faces for my exuberant acknowledgment. “Wow! This is the best present ever, Kenyan! Yours too Mik and yours too Trey!” Special indeed.
Mikhail and Kenyan brought me a mug of coffee in bed. Kenyan made sure I knew that it was made by him and his big brother. It was terrific! Just the way I liked it. Well not really but it meant way more than the best cup I’ve ever had at Tim’s or anywhere else for that matter.
My day wasn’t done there. Amie made me close my eyes while her and the boys walked me to the front door. On the steps was parked a brand new mountain bike! Yes! I’ve wanted one of those for too long now. Not a mountain bike, just a bike period. I just wanted a new bike. Of course I took a spin around the block but I got back in time to sit down for a hefty breakfast! Ah… Father’s Day!