Happy Father's Day

Just in time for the big day, I caught a cold.  Lionel offered to let me sleep in and I wearily agreed, thinking, in the back of my brain, that I'd get up anyway and score some pancakes in the process.  But I slept the sleep of the dead and woke up groggy headed around 9, several hours after the Bundle had gotten up with her Dad.  Also, it turned out that we didn't have any eggs.

We had some friends over for part of the day, which was pleasant, and then we put the Bundle to bed and I zonked out again.  But the Bundle and I did finally get to make our presentation, meager though it was; a card featuring Mickey Mouse which the Bundle had picked out several days before at a huge chain store the other day which I agreed to buy for her, and a coupon for a "Fun Day" scratched out by her and me.

Lionel is understandably wary of days set aside specifically to honor Moms and Dads, on the one hand thinking that if you honor thy mother and father thou shalt do it all the time, not just on one day, and on the other thinking that honoring one for something one chose to do is silly and pointless.  So it's hard for me to express the gratitude I feel on days such as this, but here it is:  There's no one else in the world I would have liked to have a child with.  Indeed, the only reason I have one is because of Lionel, because of who he is and what he stands for.  His idea of fatherhood makes me want to work on being a good mother, and that's all that the Bundle can really ask for in either of us. 

So Happy Father's Day, my love.  Thanks for being the Bundle's father.  And thanks for being you so I can be her mother too.