I cried today. I
stopped at our mailbox at UPS and dropped of some bills and checked the
box. Just a few items, a credit card
offer, a bill for something that I’ve recently paid, and a Father’s Day Card
from Arik and family. The card read:
“Happy Father’s
Day, Dad!
I crawled
into bed with Beket last night when I came home.
He was
already asleep since I came home so late.
I realized
that there
would be many times like that. Ones I
would
treasure
but the kids would probably not remember.
They
would be
loved and cared for and supported but much of
it would
happen without their recognition.
So thanks.
Thanks for
coming home late from work because you were
supporting the
family. Thanks for the quiet, behind the
scenes
love, care
and support that I don’t remember and probably
never
noticed. I notice now.
I love you
Dad.”
Today was a day off from work forboth Ella and I. Plus we had no great grandkids to watch. So I took some pictures of our flowers.