I hate Father's Day.
There. Do I have your attention?
I will never be as good a father as our Father in Heaven. I will never work as hard as my dad did and never be as much a peace maker as he was. I will never be as smart as Cindy's dad was nor as joyfully faithful in his church callings as he was.
I always feel guilty when my family gives me presents or makes an ado about it. I always have felt uncomfortable. All I need is a hug and a kiss and to hear that they love me. That's all.
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I have the best daughters in the world. And I have best sons. And I have the best grandchildren. All this is possible because I have best wife. And she is possible because Heavenly Father led me to her and prompted me to propose to her over the sounds of vacuum cleaners, dishes being washed by hand, homework being struggled over, and Pat Benitar on the stereo. I even remember it was "Hit Me With Your Best Shot". Not that I had planned it that way. And no matter what she says today about how cheesy and unprofessional my proposal was, she still said yes. I guess I'm fortunate she has such low standards in men, eh? ;-)
So Happy Father's Day to me. I have the best gifts of all.
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I played racquet ball at the gym today for an hour and lost two games 15-0 and 15-0. But I got some good exercise in before and during. Next time I'm determined to score.
So that brings my bicycle trip to Forks, Washington. I saw some vampires there, shining in the sun. I wanted their autographs, but they refused. Vampires suck.
3 comments:
In order for your wife, daughters and grandkids to stay the best wife, daughters and grandkids on the earth, they need the opportunity to thank you on this day. Shut up, get over yourself and allow them to be great. Oh, and Happy Father's Day to my friend who does fathering well, not perfect, but well, but then just keeps talking...sorry...no sleep=no sweet.
Awe...thanks dad for saying you have the best daughters in the world. Nice way to try to smuggle presents out of us! Sly.
Jamee
xoxo
So you rode to Forks, WA. My sister used to live there years ago, when I was in Junior High. I remember visiting her, and meeting a good looking guy when I went to church at her branch. Thankfully, he did not have sparkly skin, 'cause that would really bite.
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