Why am I sitting here blogging and yawning incessantly when all I want to be doing is sitting in my freshly made bed with a big bowl of popcorn and a cold drink?
Because the lovely little people in my life do adorable things,
because the love of my life is the best father I could have imagined,
because I want to remember these beautiful summer evenings forever.
Even when Tom is dog tired...
like got up at 5 a.m.
Drove and hour and a half to get to work a 9 hour day in the hot city...
Then drove and hour and half home to find an exhausted wife....
who's pitiful excuse for dinner was chicken nuggets and mac n cheese.
He still finds the energy to show his kids he loves them.
One week and one day ago they planted these...
I realize its probably way to late in the season for sunflowers,
but it was something I had planned to do with them months ago and never got around to.
So no matter if they get as big as they should....
"we will grow something" Daddy said last Sunday.
They outgrew the little window pots in just a week.
Really they are perfect for preschoolers to grow because of the instant gratification.
They were so excited because they could really see the progress everyday.
And tonight it was time to transfer them outside.
So Daddy.... being the overachiever that he is.... decides we must build a flower box,
And those that do not work will not eat, so everyone must help.
Plus work is still fun and cool when your under six.
Especially if it involves Daddy's tools.
Then we took mommy's silverware outside... which I'm sure is where it still is..... and planted....
They were dirty, sweaty and beaming by bedtime.
Maybe planting sunflowers will become a tradition for us.
Maybe next year we will plant them on time.
Maybe it doesn't really matter what we are doing or when as long as we're doing it together....
All fathers are invisible in daytime;
daytime is ruled by mothers and fathers come out at night.
Darkness brings home fathers, with their real, unspeakable power.
There is more to fathers than meets the eye.
Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eyes