We celebrated Father's Day last night because everybody had other places to be today. So for dinner Ken Cannon and I went to a taco cart on State Street. This, may I add, is the upside of being empty-nesters.
Anyway, I noticed Ken was looking at a group of kids with a tiny smile on his face. "They're pretty cute, aren't they," he observed.
And they were. That's true. But what I loved is that he noticed. Ken was the youngest child in his family, and he frankly didn't have a lot of experience with kids when we married, nor did he find them particularly interesting. So I think it was a huge surprise to him that he had so many of his own. There was a learning curve to be sure. But he stepped up to the plate (always happy to use a baseball metaphor when speaking of my husband) and took care of his own. I can't tell you how much I respect that.
And now all these years later, he's happy to let other people's kids knock his socks off, too.
Happy Father's Day, Ken.
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I am mad with joy that you went to a taco cart for Father's Day. And also that you used the baseball metaphor, and commented on that fact in meta-narrative fashion, and also that you wrote this about Ken Cannon, your husband. Lovely.
Sounds like we married men of the same ilk. Yesterday after stake conference a little family dropped by to visit and Bob was having such a blast feeding them a snack and teaching them how to stand on their heads. We aren't grandparents yet so look forward to that chapter. What is a taco cart? We don't have these in Calgary, Ablerta? I think I might be missing something delicious.
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