Today was day three of HeroesCon, the event that annually swallows a weekend of my life (and untold amounts of my income) whole despite almost every person I know relentlessly scheduling other critical social events the same weekend.
I can’t help that it falls on Father’s Day weekend. I’m also not that into self-aggrandizing holidays, which is why Jaclyn gave me my gifts in advance of what was going to be a busy weekend for me (away from my family).
This morning, Jaclyn planned to meet our friends Jessica and Scott (and their recently-born daughter Hope) for a Father’s Day Brunch event at Sycamore Brewing. Me? I was planning on getting dropped off at the convention beforehand. But then, as I woke from my convention-induced coma, I looked over at Jaclyn and Miles at the foot of the bed, and a voice inside me bellowed, “YOU BONEHEAD.”
Of course I went with them to brunch for Father’s Day. Sure, I’m the one getting presents*, but Father’s Day isn’t a day for them to celebrate ME for doing…whatever the hell it is I’m doing as a father; it’s about ME celebrating THEM and just being thankful for the chance to BE a father.