Monday, June 20, 2011

Father's Day Present

Sunday was Father's Day - a day carved out of the year to honor dear, old dad. Not surprisingly, Fathers' Day only become a "recognized" observation decades after moms got their due. But hey, we dads are used to playing second fiddle. (Woodrow Wilson declared Mother's Day; Richard Nixon designated Father's Day.)

Just to give you an idea of the gender inequity: before the advent of cell phones and free long distance, Mother's Day saw the most long-distance calls of any day all year; but the most collect calls during the year were placed on Father's Day. Even when trying to honor dad, we stiffed him with the bill!

Well in spite of its history, I've always had really great Father's Days. And this year's was no exception.

Along with trekking poles and bocce balls (no, we don't have a court), Gus gave me a very special gift: he debuted as an altar boy at church.

It was something he's been wanting to do for some time. Although they usually don't take boys until they're in the 4th grade, Gus' height and a summer time need for acolytes (as the altar boys are called in the Orthodox Church)combined to make for perfect Father's Day timing!

Watching him help at the altar, grinning from ear-to-ear at me every time he caught my eye, made it a Father's Day I don't think I'll ever forget!

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