it was a fine day. nothing incredibly memorable or magical. not a day filled with celebration or sparklers. in fact, Father’s day caught me off guard this year. i didn’t prepare a special breakfast or buy him a new travel coffee mug. we played bocce ball and he set up the badminton net in the back yard. he barbecued steak and i made the side dishes. our boys and johnny cash kept us company. i beat him repeatedly at badminton and lost miserably at bocce ball. it was an ordinary day. one where come next Father’s day we will wonder what we did the previous year and i will, again, most likely forget to buy him a card and shaving cream. but even in the absolute normality of our lives we were together. and being with sam and our boys (and johnny cash i suppose) is one of the most wonderful things in the world. i wouldn’t trade it for a shopping spree to anthropologie, on my birthday, where i get to eat ice cream for every meal. i love you. happy father’s day.