I can’t be cycnical. I read the posts about “Hallmark holidays” and fake made-up commercial holidays and stupid, institutionalized pretend holidays designed to sell crap and you know? I just don’t care.
I see Nate’s face when the girls jump into bed and present him a gift they worked so hard to make. I hear the catch in my own Dad’s voice when his granddaughters call and scream HAPPY FATHER’S DAY! all at once.
I love it. Every sentimental, treacly, card-giving, brunch-making, bacon devouring, sloppy kisses, second of it.
We should all have more days in our lives that make us feel important to our families. And if we just settle for one or two, I’ll take it. Perhaps because I’m fortunate enough to have amazing fathers in my life. Devoted Fathers and grandfathers and stepgrandfathers who are grandfathers too.
So I say to you, marketers or card companies or whoever is responsible for making this day possible–thank you.
If it weren’t for all these awesome dads, we wouldn’t have such awesome children.