Happy Father's Day!

Here's the sign of a good dad: he doesn't complain when he has been promised a lovely morning of homemade breakfast, church, and a favorite restaurant for lunch--but then the plans are abruptly canceled when his wife becomes ill. Yes, I caught whatever stomach bug Ben had last week and spent the morning alternately throwing up (Ben was amused to learn that grownups vomit in the potty) and lying in bed. Tom stepped up and took care of him while doing work on the kitchen remodeling. Finally at dinner time I was able to drag myself out of bed so we could go to a diner for dinner.

I talked briefly with my dad, and he thought doing "dad stuff" was a perfect way for Tom to spend Father's Day. My dad confessed that he missed doing things with his kids. As Ben snuggled next to me so I could read him bedtime stories in my bed instead of his, I reminded myself that this time will pass, and I should reach through my sickness to enjoy it as much as possible.