I had such a great Mother’s Day that I find myself looking forward to Father’s Day. My dad raised us, so Father’s Day was always a big deal for my sister and I. I can’t say we did very much to make it special but we always thought it was a special day.
Now I have the great fortune of making it nice for my husband and young adults (that I used to call my little children). I went into a store yesterday and said I don’t have to help my children pick cards for their dad anymore. They show up with the most wonderful cards that they have searched out for themselves. And like most Dad’s, he saves them all.
When I was vending last month, a woman walked into our booth and looked at this quilt called Father’s Love. She said, “This is nice. I wish I knew a father.” I rattled that around in my head for a while, trying to figure out what she meant. Maybe she meant that she didn’t know a father that she thought would appreciate that quilt. Maybe she meant she didn’t know her father. Could she have meant exactly what she said, she didn’t know any fathers? Whatever she meant it made me feel sad for her. I’m not sure why.
Here’s wishing a Happy Father’s Day to all those deserving dads out there.
