HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

I called my grandkids (the older ones) yesterday to ask them some questions about their dad and grandpa.  I caught them outside playing with their dad so only William was a willing participant.  Maia said hello and then went off to play.  Lilah kept me on the phone for ten minutes saying hello about every three minutes but then nothing else.

William is five and a half now and is becoming quite aware of the things going on around him so his answers were more informative and correct than cute and funny.  He did not totally disappoint.  He was right when he told me that daddy's favourite food was pizza and cheese and that grandpa's was spicy stuff but I did have to chuckle when he told me that daddy's favourite thing to do for himself was lie around. He gave the same answer for grandpa.  Quite frankly it is very rarely that I see either one of them do this.  He guessed his daddy's age within a year but was a little off on grandpa's putting him at 109 years old.  He thought I was 33.  I love that boy.

William told me that his dad's favourite thing to do with him is play games with him.  He went into great detail about the kind of games they would play and as he was relating his experiences I could feel the great love he had for his dad.  I'm proud of my son for being that kind of father to his children.

The final question I asked William was "If daddy could be anything in this world, what would he be?"

"Superman" was his reply. With all his Dad has on his plate right now he is a superman. He thought grandpa would be a fireman.  Considering grandpa can't light a fire without a half gallon of gasoline this might be a good job for him. 

So to all you dads out there, have a Happy Father's Day.  

A LOVE STORY

It's funny that when we happen upon a life changing moment we often don't recognize it for what it is.  Sure there are plenty of life changing moments that we do recognize, like having a baby (definitely a game changer) or winning the lottery (don't you wish?) but for the most part it is only looking back that we see how truly life changing a certain moment was.
Thirty two years ago today (okay I really don't like saying that because it makes me sound old and I'm not!) I opened the door to a couple of young men. One of them would become my husband.  I remember it as if it were yesterday and so does he (how sweet).  If it had been a movie and there was an accompanying soundtrack I may have clued in to the fact that I would shortly be falling in love but this is real life and so there was no violin music and to be honest it wasn't even love at first sight (well maybe for him because let's face it how hard would it be not to fall in love me immediately).  It wasn't long though before I was crushing on the young man with that cute Kiwi accent which was not a good thing because when I try to impress things usually go wrong. I won't bore you with all the details but I will tell you  I once laughed so hard I farted... LOUDLY... really loudly in front of him (so embarrassing). It wasn't long after that I earned the nickname Frank.
Who knew that the first time I fell in love it would be my last time too?


HAPPY HEART DAY