Father’s Day thoughts
Today I am up early. My friend is picking me up at 6 so we can drive to Louisiana, retrieve her mother and then head to Cloudcroft New Mexico for a three day sewing workshop. Her mother is totally thrilled as it is probably one of the few nationally taught workshops she has attended. I am thrilled as her mother is a real sweetie and this means I get to ‘borrow’ her for the week. My friend is thrilled because this will be her second workshop with this teacher.
Now the guys in our lives are indulgent, all three wishing in a way they could come with us–but this is a girls event only–well, maybe if they wanted to learn sewing and garment making they could come.
I’ve already given my husband his gift–Jimmy Buffet’s new book–and in just a few minutes I’ll retrieve the card I’ve given him year after year. Each year he reads the verse and smiles—I’m so lucky and fortunate.
Today I miss my Daddy and my husband’s father. My Daddy was a simple man but for me he was always bigger than life. Both of them knew more than they said and offered bits of wisdom as they thought I could handle them.
I can only hope I do the same.