Ever since I can remember I have hated Father's Day. I believe I had every right to, too. My earliest memory of Father's Day was spent crying in my neighbors lap because I has no one to draw a Father's Day picture for. I've cried every year since. Mostly I try to tune out the cascades of Father's Day phrases. I was sad. I was jealous. I was heartbroken. I still am. Now, as tomorrow is Father's Day, I have to face this day. With my new calling of Primary Chorister, I need to stand in front of all of those children and lead them in songs celebrating Fathers. Without tears.
Maybe I can do it. Maybe I can't. Happy Father's (or fatherless) Day.
I can't imagine how sad that must be. I imagine that the sentiment will ripen, at least a little bit, when Blake becomes your child(ren)'s father. For me at least, Father's Day has totally changed now that Morgan is the primary father in my life.
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I love you!!
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