Our first weekend of summer started off well. We enjoyed the company of Brian's family, who were visiting for the holiday weekend. On Saturday, the boys got some golf in, and the girls did some shopping. A perfectly normal afternoon...On Sunday, we planned an all-family outing to the zoo. It was drizzly and a little cold, but it was something else that just didn't seem right with Camryn. Sure enough, on the way home from the zoo, just as we were rounding the corner into our neighborhood, I turned to witness the horrorific scene of my child vomiting, in the backseat of my car, while strapped tightly into her car seat.
Needless to say, our further Fathers Day plans were instantly derailed. Now the bad news is, that Brian and I spent the good part of Fathers Day cleaning my car, the carseat, the straps, the clothing, and lots and lots of bedding as Camryn's intestinal health spiraled quickly and dramatically. The bad news also is that Brian missed out on celebrating "his day" as a Daddy.
The good news, on the other hand, is that my girls are lucky enough to have a father who loves them enough to do those things, miss that celebration, and willingly stay home to care for his sick girl so that I could be with my own dad on Fathers Day.
So, although it may not have been the happiest, it was definitely a Father's Day, though differently defined. Thank you, Brian for being so fabulous to our girls. They are so lucky
to be able to call you Daddy.
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