One morning last week we were scrambling around trying to get everyone out the door to school and work and preschool when the Spouse asked if I had seen the cooler he usually uses for his lunch. I had no idea where it was, and I got distracted trying to get the girls’ lunches and backpacks put together. So, I just assumed he found it.
Later that same night I borrowed the Spouse’s car to run a quick errand. And, that’s when I looked over to see this:
Apparently he had not found it. And, in a pinch, he had taken the only thing he could find: a sweet blue and green hydrangea lunch box.
Sometimes a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
The thing is, there’s nothing feminine about the Spouse. He can grow a five o’clock shadow by 10 a.m. He loves football and Gladiator and one of his favorite memories centers around something called a swamp trip. Yet, he’s not too proud to grab one of his little daughter’s floral lunch totes and march right into work with it like it’s just another sack lunch. I’m sure it helps that his co-workers already have sympathy for him because he’s so outnumbered at home. But, still. This is endearing.
Love him.
And speaking of dads and daughters…
Every year around this time my heart is heavy as I remember another man I had the honor of loving for twenty-seven years.
Miss you, Dad. Every October 25th, every season, every day.
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