Father's Day Flop

It's the thought that counts, right? Hmm... I guess not. I kind of flopped on Father's Day. I wanted it to be special, but... he had to change a poopy diaper and take care of Ezra while I taught Sunday School. That was kind of a bummer for him. And I couldn't think of anything to get him. I came up with only a few ideas, but they were either too expensive, or something he'd need to pick out himself. So... Father's Day came and I still didn't have anything, so I signed his card and stuffed some cash inside for him to get whatever he wanted with it. He opened it and just put the cash aside. He wore a disappointed look the rest of the day. I felt awful. Then to make matters worse, I overcooked dinner. He didn't complain, but I wanted to cry.

The next day I asked him if he was disappointed and he said, "Well, yeah. A little. I just wanted you to get me something. Giving me cash was like handing me the debit card."

Lesson learned... he didn't care what I got him, as long as it wasn't money. Even if the money was my hard earned babysitting money.

I love my little Jamesy poo and I really wanted him to feel so special. Soo.... today is his birthday and I have really been trying to make it a special one. He did have to work today, but I hope he at least feels loved. Of course I made sure to splash cold water on him while in the shower. That's what people in love do. What? You don't... hmm... I'll pray for you.

Oh and where have I been? Why no pics lately? We're moving. Did you know? In like a week. Across the country. I'm just a tidge busy. But not too busy to finally post this post that I wrote soon after father's day and not to busy to give a shout out to my lover boy who thoroughly drives me crazy, but still puts a smile on my face.

Happy Birthday James!