Written June 22nd, 2010
The bar was set pretty low, because Mother’s day this year was spent cleaning up throw-up, visiting the emergency room with Mackenzie, and driving until late into the night to reach my parents’ house. As helpful as Scott was, there really wasn’t too much opportunity to bask in the wonderfulness of being a mother on that particular day.
Father’s day got off to a similar start. Though I had woken up early to make a special, fantastic, Scott’s-favorite coffee cake and wrap up a present and make cards for him… we didn’t get a chance to surprise him in bed. Instead, Mackenzie pitched a fit on the potty downstairs and the noise was alarming enough to bring Scott thundering down to make sure everything was ok. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and assessed the still-messy kitchen with cooling coffee cake on the counter, the half-wrapped present, and the naked wailing toddler. I gave him my best smile and wished him a happy Father’s Day.
He’s really an excellent father, so he took it all in stride. The day improved with a nice time at church, a treat at our neighbor’s house and a special dinner and long walk as a family that evening.