Fathers

Today is Father’s Day, little sweetheart. My own father has been gone now longer than I had him in my life. And I find my thoughts are both of your own lovely father and regrets that I didn’t get the chance, as you told me and told your mother, too, that you wanted to raise a child yourself with me.

I sent your dad a card last week and a chocolate cake that was meant to arrive on Friday. I called him today to wish him a Happy Father’s Day and we spoke for some time. It’s been ages since I’ve seen him or your mom or really anybody, because of the pandemic and not being able to travel.

He was kind of winding up the call when I finally asked if he got the cake. He hadn’t! I had an alert that it had been delivered so he went looking for it, sharing the adventure with me on FaceTime. The company sends the cakes packed in dry ice so that they keep well and we found that instead of leaving it at the front doorstep or the backdoor table, that they’d tucked it under the edge of a little bush near the front door so that it would be in the shelter of some shade there. Your dad took it inside and reported that it was fine, thank goodness!

And, well, that’s my story - ha! Anyway, thinking of you, my little sweetheart on this day and every day. With all my love forever…