It was Father’s Day here in Oz today.
And in typical bush style, that meant little change in the routine, except that both my husband and father began the day unwrapping sweet treats and a DVD to watch later.
We then hit the day running – packing lunches and horses and kids, heading to the top end of our place, mustering cattle to truck tomorrow, sorting and walking the cows about 8 km to another set of yards, and then helping a baby calf to be reunited with her Mama. I’ll share pics of her tomorrow (she’s adorable but today is all about DADs!).
I got sunburnt, am so exhausted my eyeballs burn, and am also sporting a sore patootie. Man I am out of practice in the saddle department!
I wrote a note on FB sharing the love with Father’s of all walks of life – how special a job is fatherhood? I want to also extend my arms to those who no longer have the father they love in their lives. A bittersweet day for so many. I hope you have wonderful memories to warm your hearts and balance out that sadness. Somehow it makes me treasure the simple joys we have a little bit more.
So what did you do on Father’s Day? Or at least on the Sunday just gone?