I ponder it all the time. Why am I like this? Why can't I do better? Oh, I know why. It's my daddy issues. Specifically, why am I such a crappy gift giver on Father's Day? This year I was going to do better and blow it out of the water. Maybe, partly, totally inspired by the fact that my husband gave me a cruiser bike with a homemade basket and tail rack for Mother's Day. How does one top that? HOW, I ask?
The plan changed a bit when my sister and her family came out for an impromptu visit for the weekend. Father's Day weekend. Then I figured we could just bond as sisters over our communal daddy issues. The thing was, this year I had a plan. Plus, I scored THE perfect Father's Day gift for my husband. This was not going to be like that lame-ass gift I gave him for our anniversary. So I was bursting with anticipation.
Luckily, I didn't buy him a hammock. Cause he bought that for himself and strung it up on the porch with the assistance of my brother in law the day BEFORE Father's Day. Phhhheeewwwww. Tragedy averted. No, my plan was better. Requiring good weather. A road trip. And a river.
Accompanied by River and the other elements and our guests of course too.
Because this year, I got Craig a flotation device. An inflatable kayak. Which he LOVED!