This is my husband in his recliner. I equate it to a good, long soak in a hot bath for a woman. Once you get in, you don't ever want to get out. You only have to run more hot water every now and again to make yourself more comfortable. Kind of like when he adjusts the pillows behind his back or scratches his butt.
This is my baby with my baby. Doing crafts.
This is what she made.
This is what he made.
And this. He made her very happy.
He's a good Daddy.
Some of you may have noticed his comment on my last post. If not, go look now so you can be fully in the-know. He's a bit peeved. Feeling unappreciated and put-upon. (I'll post one day about how that is now my favorite phrase..."put-upon", I use it quite a lot)
Let's go over the background why don't we? Last year, my husband got 2, count them 1 - 2, Father's Days. How? you ask. Well, that's because the Australians celebrate Father's Day in September. One of the many differences between our country. And of course one that would probably go unnoticed if we had not arrived here just before their Father's Day and right after ours. So he had two.
So this year, we joked (a long time ago mind you) that he would only be getting one this year. And that one would be the one that's celebrated here. Because I was certain that if we celebrated in June, he would be feeling unappreciated and put-upon come September when the whole thing takes on a roll here. So "When in Rome...", eh?
And truthfully, I didn't realize that Father's Day weekend had snuck up on us in the States. (Very sorry about that Daddy and Fred). Teresa filled me in when I was on the phone with her this morning. And Jason had no idea either until I (stupidly) mentioned it to him. So today has been filled with vague references to the lack of love and gratitude shown by his family.
So this is for him:
Jason, you are a wonderful husband and father. We love you. We appreciate you. You are strong, handsome and, dare I say?, virile. No man or father compares to you. Oh to be graced with such greatness in our own home humbles us. We are truly unworthy of you and your love. Thank you for your kindness, your presence, your knowledge, your patience and your understanding. There is no one more deserving of two Father's Day celebrations. We were wrong for neglecting you.
With all our love, Your Family
There, that should hold him until September. Now excuse me while I go throw-up. I Joke! I Joke!
3 comments:
That's much better.
What a sweet letter to Jason...(I did slightly feel the need to hyperemesis - Just kidding), then Jason had to go and ruin it with his comment.
Men - have to live with them, cause we can't really afford to live without them, you know, we got the light bill, the house note, the car note... (Really just kidding - :) We choose to be with them and graciously appreciate them at all times)
He sure can be a big pain in the butt...it's a good he's so cute. You'll get your reward someday, Ang!
Love,
"Mom of big pain in the butt :-)"
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