Now I know plenty of you ‘don’t do Fathers Day’ or indeed Mothers Day for that matter and probably not Valentines Day either. We do ‘do’ them here although not to the excessive level we once used to. We also make a fairly big deal about birthdays and anniversaries including celebrating two anniversaries a year – our wedding on 9th September which will be 7 years this September and 17th June which is the anniversary of our becomming a couple 13 years ago.
We don’t exchange cards or gifts and being in a field meant I didn’t bake anything either 😉 but we did take a moment standing on a bridge each carrying a child to speculate about how we’d never have looked 13 years into the future and predicted ourselves married with two children, home educating or camping. For now I am unable to speculate even six months in to the future let alone 13 years but I hope we find ourselves similarly blessed when we do reach that point in the future as we considered ourselves on Saturday morning.
And Father’s Day? Well Ady was celebrated by more than one person last week as ‘SuperDad’ so I guess he has very little work there to do. He enjoyed some precious one to one time with Davies a couple of times last week and is exactly the father I thought he would be and indeed daily proves my theory that to marry him and deprive him of fatherhood; and potential children of his love, care and guidance would have been wrong. I quite simply would not have had children if Ady had not so desperately wanted them and whilst I know his vision of fatherhood is not always a reality last week it was in full glorious technicolour so Fathers Day at the end of the week was very fitting. 🙂
I sat considering my own Dad yesterday too as he sat in our garden, visibly aging and becomingly more mortal, human and finite with every passing year. He has always been my strongest judge, the milestone I measure myself against, my harshest critic yet the most comforting arms to run to. His love has always been the thing in the world I am most sure of and it is this security I credit with all the successes in my live – my marriage included. I’ve stumbled a fair bit this past year and I see some of my failings reflected in his eyes just now but I also feel his confidence that I can right myself again and I know whichever path I choose he’ll follow me ready to catch me again if I need him.
So no, we don’t need a day to remind us of these things but I’ve enjoyed taking time to focus on them anyway.
Oh that sums up to me a nice way for these dates to be. We don’t do F or M day apart frpm cards that the children usually make. Valentine simply means rampant LI ;-). We do do both anniversaries and usually rerun our fisrt date :-).