Father’s Day
So yesterday was Father’s Day here in New Zealand.
I guess a day like this means different things to different people. I have a lot of love and respect for my Dad, and I’m thoroughly enjoying being a Dad myself, so the day has a positive feel for me.
This year Father’s Day started far too early when my daughter — she’s 7 — woke me so she could make me breakfast in bed. She couldn’t reach the toaster, so brought bread and jam to my bedside and made me a sandwich. She evidently decided that a cup of water wasn’t sufficient, and brought be a bottle of beer from the fridge too. It didn’t really matter what happened after that: my day could only be a good one after that start.
Being Dad is awesome. I just wanted to say that.