Father's Day

Well, the holiday came and went without much excitement (which can be a GOOD thing). Ron opened his gifts from the children ... shorts, t-shirts, and a game called 20 questions ... and ... and ... that's it. My husband is not one for celebrations ... never has been, never will be. I, on the other hand, LOVE to celebrate most anything. New car, "A" on a paper, a lost tooth, a new tattoo (just kiddin') ... just about anything. My mother was always very good at that sort of thing. I feel that is why I love birthdays so much. She would make the biggest deal out of our birthdays ... let us know the entire day how she was glad we were born. My attempts to help my husband find the joy in celebrations has been futile ... but sometimes I keep trying. Not yesterday though ... I made the mistake of watching a movie I have seen literally dozens and dozens of time: On Golden Pond. L O V E the film. The problem ... the mistake I made ... was watching it on Father's Day. Yep, memories of my father took over any motivation for celebration. I wonder how long I will feel like that? Forever?