Father’s Day is not Mother’s Day. The latter is a day where you treat the mother in your life to whatever she wants as a family. This year, the girls and I went to the garden store with Kate, let her pick out stuff to plant, then we spent the rest of the day in the yard helping her garden. In reality I chased the girls while Kate worked, but it worked out very well.
My wife asked me a couple of weeks ago if I wanted to play golf on Father’s Day. My first thought was that she was totally messing with me, and as soon as I said yes, she’d throw her head back, laugh and say we were doing something as a family or with the in-laws. Don’t get me wrong, all of that would’ve been just fine. In fact, we went to the in-laws for dinner anyway. The point is that this year I was encouraged to be selfish and spend the day on the course with many other Little River Men’s Club guys celebrating the day the same exact way; a beautiful day, and 18 holes of golf.