First children are scary things. Husband was amused by all the cuteness, but fully aware that he was just a visitor on the planet parenthood. The responsibility for the cute one's well being was strictly out of his jurisdiction. The whole diaper regimen was as baffling to him as a carburetor to me.
Husband spends father time with little CB baby.
As time went on, things came more naturally to all of us, and before you knew he was galloping along quite nicely!
Strong of back and well trained,
Husband required no bridle, bit or saddle!
Now that everyone is grown up and gone, we are left feeling uneasy and at a loss to define our purpose in life. For Husband, it is delivering seafood and doing chores around the home place. For me, it is saving cats no one wants, feeding everyone, and playing sudoku.
Could there be a more telling picture?
Who are we? What good are we?
Throw in a pitchfork and it is American Gothic!
I am truly thankful for my partner in life and so are his children. Sunday we will have grilled fish, garden vegetables, and a large measure of gratitude for our family patriarch. Maybe some wine as well. HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO ALL FATHERS EVERYWHERE!
Happy Fathers Day from Leo the cat.