The Sunday.

     One day out of the year is set aside to acknowledge fathers everywhere. Father's day was last Sunday. While I'm not technically a father , I still missed it completely. Completely. Didn't even know it was father's day. That's why I wanted this post to show up today. It's been exactly one week since father's day, and no one is even thinking about it. One week after Christmas the tree's are still up, children are playing with still-new-toys, men are cursing baby Jesus as they tempt death taking down lights, and a woman cries as ornaments are being put away. Stereotypical? Sure. But it's true. It's the way I remember it.
     Well, it's one week after father's day and? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Perhaps that's how it should be. Maybe men are the unsung hero's of the home. Like the guy who plays the organ at the ballpark. Everyone hears him, no one sees him. We have our roles to play, and that's different in every family, but no one can play them like we can. And who could ask for anything more? Except a nice tie from the kids one Sunday out of the year...