That’s what my husband thinks anyway ~ that Father’s Day is not as vastly celebrated as Mother’s Day. Not that our family has ever made him feel that way.
His reasons? Father’s Day occurs in June, so kids don’t make homemade cards or gifts in school like they do for Mother’s Day. And the public “hype” is almost non-existent.
What do you think? Do you agree? Disagree? Do you have any special “fathers” you want to honor? What does Father’s Day mean to you? How do you make the day special for your loved one?
Email your thoughts about Father’s Day to firstname.lastname@example.org. Whatever’s on your heart. If I have five entries (under 500 words) to choose from prior to June 12, 2011, I’ll post my favorite entry on this blog on Father’s Day AND the winner will receive a free ebook of Journey’s End, written by ~ you guessed it ~ me! Here’s a tiny tidbit from Journey’s End:
“I suppose I should have been a vet.” Chelsea stroked the dog’s fur from his head all the way down his back, careful not to touch his wounded leg.
“Maybe. But I don’t think you’ve wasted your energy or your talents as a guidance counselor. Teenagers can’t seem to resist you, either.”
That produced a full-fledged smile in his direction. Way to go, Colten!
“Remember that natural charm I warned you about?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Yes. And after a few days in your presence, I’m inclined to agree with you.”
He pulled into the veterinarian’s parking lot and glanced her way, surprised to see her grinning. “What?”
“Saved by the vet.”
Her words hit him like a piano dropping ten stories. She was flirting with him.
He took his time walking around to her side of the truck. He opened the door and leaned in, planting his hand on the seat next to her shapely legs. His face hovered inches from hers while he savored the way her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, the lips that curved in that always graceful way, and the eyes that spoke everything his heart wanted to hear.
Her eyes closed, and her lips parted slightly.
Trey snapped out of it. He couldn’t do this. He was on the job. She didn’t know the secrets he knew, the truth about her husband.
Her eyes startled open. As much as he wanted to partake and enjoy, he couldn’t. He touched a silky curl framing her face and ran it through his fingers. “You need to know that right now I’m working. But there will come a time, soon, when I’m not.”