The father’s day fuss is a very different dynamic than the mother’s day fuss. Everybody knows it. The kids in church sing 5 or 6 mother’s day songs for every father’s day tune they learn. This is absolutely as it should be, but I’m just sayin’. Father’s day fuss is different, but TODAY I scored the best fuss of all: Lemon meringue pie. Tart, snappy with an aftertaste that truly satisfies. Home made, with love, by my daughter and her mother, making a M2B:) memory even more memorable. When I look back at this journal entry years from now, I’ll read these words and taste it yet again.
I truly don’t mean to be irreverent, but I’m surprised that when the resurrection happened the first request when the apostles’ were reunited with their Master wasn’t for pie.
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I want pie. And I’m nobody’s daddy.
I am having visions of young women, carrying pie through the congregation -
I try to make Father’s Day special around here. Gifts from the kids ( and a small one from me), good slab of beef, BBQ’ed to perfection ( yes I BBQ) followed by Dad’s choice for TV/Movie/Video Game. This year was a little sad for me. I have to say I truly miss my own Dad. Life is very stressful with severe health issues with our daughter- damn depression, yes I said damn. What I wouldn’t give for some of my father’s words of loving wisdom and support. So, I listened to the Father’s advice instead. Here’s hoping it saves her.