Every night this week I have made a little wish that my son would be born, and be home, before Father’s Day. It’d be a sweet story to tell if he even arrived on the day. But no, he hasn’t come yet and I spent my first Father’s Day giving in utero hugs to my boy.
Next year will be all the sweeter, he’ll be almost 1 and hopefully be able to hug me himself. I cannot wait.
My wife was all ready in case and had a card and present for me from Leo. The card was a cute one, very sweet of her. My present was:
I spent the past couple of weekends finishing off a fatherly project, namely the furniture for the lad’s room. His Nan & Grandad had a couple of sets of drawers they gave us, so I sanded them back and painted them a glossy white to match his cot and change table.
As well as these, we bought a bookcase-toybox unit, which was raw pine. So I very excitedly also painted that one. Five years ago I would have laughed at the suggestion I would enjoy trips to Bunnings, but I must confess I do! Much painting has been done and I am all over the different types of sandpaper and primer. What a man…
Here is some of my handywork, hopefully the boy appreciates my efforts:
As I go to sleep tonight, I do hope he isn’t too far away.
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