I was looking back through Instagram for photos of Boo and Brett and I had a lot to choose from. I can tell a difference in our photos over the last year compared to prior years: we have fewer in number, but there are more of us spending quality time together as a family, enjoying the outdoors, making our little unique place in the world.
And I’ve found that there’s a direction correlation between photos and attention, at least for me. It’s a unique place to be in, almost like I’m pretending to carry around a Polaroid camera where I have to be really selective. Maybe your photos are fewer this year too. (I think Annie Dillard puts it a little more eloquently: My Own Shutter Opens)
We had a great Father’s day starting with waffles at church. Brett was all excited when he got a trophy from Boo reading #1 Dad. I guess it was like a 30-way tie because every trophy read #1 dad. I told Brett it might be better to get fifth place or below, not as much pressure because I can’t imagine the work it takes to get first place in the whole world. After church we took a trip to Waynesville for lunch and Mast General Store where we decided to invest in an Etch-a-sketch, a very wise purchase I think:
As we were driving home I got a text from a wrong number. It was some guy asking his boss if he could leave work early because it was Father’s Day. And if he couldn’t leave early could he at least go ahead and take his lunch break? I texted back and told him he had the wrong number…but that I hoped his boss would let him go. And I told him I hoped he had a great Father’s Day because it’s funny how we can instantly have a direct line to a complete stranger somewhere out there in another part of the United States. I don’t think it’s always a mistake. I didn’t want to waste it.
Anyway, Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers, and to anyone who might be filling the role of a father: single mothers, two mother families, family friends etc. And Happy Father’s Day to God, because he pretty much invented the whole father thing.