Youngest son gave his dear old Dad the JOHN ADAMS dvd series. We talked to middle son last night where he described some combat training involving IV needles. And the firstborn called this morning with the grandbaby exercising her lungs in the background. And sure enough, that very busy young father asked, "what do y'all do all day??" For our nest is empty, and at this point in our firstborn's life, he cannot imagine quiet days nor empty hours. Too funny.
I knit. We both blog. Then there are the regular, though shorter tasks of laundry, meals, dishes, grocery shopping. And the Dad still goes to work each day. The grass did not need mowing this weekend, but it will by next Saturday. And every other weekend, I give the Dad a haircut. I'm sorry we were not there to help the firstborn move into a new place.
Twenty-seven years ago, Father's Day took on new significance. And Bob has been blessed with ties, and mostly tools, ever since. I hope Bob remembers to say something to his Sunday School class about Father's Day, but I am afraid to mention it lest I become a Sunday School lesson illustration on nagging.
Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there. And GrandDADs.