His Day

When Claire came in at the crack of dawn to wake us up two Sundays ago, Dave and I both looked at each other with a "It's your turn" plea and then nothing. No one moved. Dave finally in somewhat of a huff got up and I feel back asleep. A few hours later I walked into a clean living room and kitchen with the kids dressed and eating breakfast. Throughout the day, Dave continued to help out to an extent that it was remarkable. That night, I did just that, I remarked on how amazing he was to get up with the kids, clean up the house, cook breakfast and be generally cheery all day on little sleep. He replied, "Well, I thought it was the least I could do on Father's Day." I looked at him quizzically and told him that he was two weeks early, Father's Day wasn't until the 20th. He sheepishly grinned and told me that at first he was ticked that I had forgotten but then got over when he thought about all the goodwill he was building for the future when he misses my day.

Alas, his day was in tact and it was great to celebrate him surrounded by family and two adoring little girls.