It’s a good thing Fathers’ Day doesn’t come but once a year. If it rolled around any more often, I’m afraid my children and my grandchildren would kill me with love.
Who invented Father’s Day anyhow? I guess I could Google it like everything else these days, but I’ll just assume it was created by some industrious merchant who saw how he could light up his cash register at Mothers’ Day and decided he’d try it a month later for the guys. Without wasting a whole lot of brain power, he named it Father’s Day.
Of course, next thing we knew we had Grandparents’ Day, Secretary’s Day, Boss’s Day, and goodness knows what else. (Reminds me of a cartoon I saw one time where a guy was sitting on a barstool about three sheets to the wind. He turned to the guy next to him and said, “I never drink unless I have something to celebrate. Today I’m celebrating National Pickle Week.”) But I digress.
I liked Fathers’ Day even before I became a dad myself. It always fell close to my father’s birthday on June 25th, and the two days combined gave me a good excuse to go back to Georgia every June and spend time with my dad. I could wish him a Happy Fathers’ Day and give him a new shirt. Then I could say, “Happy Birthday too!” and hand him a matching tie. Sort of a one-stop-gets-it-all I guess.
I loved my dad a whole bunch, and I miss him a lot this time of year. No matter where I was, I used to try and sing “Silver Haired Daddy Of Mine,” for him every Fathers’ Day. Emotional slob that I am, though, I’d usually stumble through the words and wind up with a face full of tears. That part about bringing back the gold to his hair got me every time. Still does.
My offspring have probably never heard that song, but they sure know how to make their ole man smile on His Day. My daughter, Terri, came over early Sunday morning, and we drove the boat down the lake for a Sunday brunch on the water. Jenni and her four kids came over mid-afternoon, and we cranked the boat back up and took off again. My son, Jamey, his wife, Beth, and their four arrived a bit later after having had an earlier Fathers’ Day celebration with Beth’s dad. We ate barbecue, opened gifts, and spent a lot of time laughing, hugging, and loving on one another. Nothing fancy….just an extended family spending precious hours together.
I was given a book I’ve been wanting to read, along with some accessories for the boat. They added in some special coffees and teas they had been wanting me to try. Nice gifts, but not nearly as nice as the gift of their time, laughter, and love. Jamey and the grandsons are coming back in a couple of weeks and we’re going to pitch a tent in the backyard, cook hot dogs on an open fire, toss a football around, and enjoy the boys’ first overnight camp-out.
That’s called extending Fathers’ Day ‘way past its limits and taking it to a whole new level. I can’t wait.