All Things That Lead to Yesterday
Yesterday, as many will recognize was Fathers Day. One of those points on a calendar where, as a dutiful son, I pick up the phone and make a phone call and feel better for having done due diligence. On better years I send cards or attempt to have cacti shipped to Southwestern Colorado; but more often than not, I place a phone call.
Yesterday was also the first time this particular point on the calendar meant something to me. However, on Saturday, I was pretty no into the idea of a holiday, a point, an expense that essentially consists of helpj g Hallmark make their yearly profit goals (sorry Lisa, I know you digthe cards and the place and work in one). The idea of suffering throgh a group of small children yelling father oriented songs at the tops of the lungs and to have doting parents turn and tell me it is singing leads to . . . let’s not go there.
Anyway, a series of events including going back to BYU, meeting Erin in a philosophy class, askin her out as awkwardly as possible, and eventually asking her to marry me followed by her backing out and then asking me to marry her – sans a ring, thank you very much – led up to our having CAMPER a little under a year ago that, in turn, led to me being a father on Fathers Day and I realized something in the mere being yesterday:
It doesn’t matter what you think or feel or believe one second before you become, in the smallest way possible, the object of something like Father’s Day, once the affectation of dad or padre or father or papa is applied and you become responsible for a life that cannot protect itself, feed itself, or subsist without you in some way, you’ve earned the day and as a result it takes on a meaning that is wholy its own.
Yesterday I got to celebrate Father’s Day with my kittle family and the outcome is a deep appreciation for my son, my wife, my parents, and my parents-in-law, all of whom were necessary to make yesterday a reality and a truly special day.
Thank you.
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