Here we are! Another Monday, another crazy weekend behind us.
Saturday morning I hit up a spin class at the gym, and then we had my nephew Nathan’s first birthday party at a park. It was everything a kid’s party should be. Bouncy house, pizza, pinata, pony rides, and a cake from Von’s. I don’t know what the Von’s bakery fairies do, but that shiz is so good!
Speaking of cake, look at this magical creation from Crafted Baked Goods. Unbelievable!
We had another celebration Saturday night and I brought this beauty as a hostess gift.
The party was on the rooftop of our friend’s condo in La Jolla. The view was stunning, and the company was even better.
I was flying solo because Jeremy had poker night. If only Wyatt would look at the camera.
And of course Sunday was Father’s Day.
I am not a very good at articulating my feelings to people. I take that back. If you’re an asshole, I have no problem saying so.
I have a hard time verbalizing positive feelings towards people, especially when it comes to how much I care about my loved ones. I am not good at getting all mushy and lovey dovey with my words, but I try to show my love as much as possible. I have a tendency to give love through gestures like cooking, or helping out when extra hands are needed. Not to mention I am Jewish, so inherently I feel the need to constantly feed people. For Father’s Day I made my hubs breakfast in bed, he got an at home massage, and at his request a bone in ribeye for dinner.
And I wonder why I can’t lose weight!
This is the part where the whole double edged sword reference comes into play.
I find holidays like Father’s Day to be very difficult and anxiety inducing for me.
Don’t get me wrong, I was so lucky to snag a husband who is a wonderful father. His devotion to his family is truly indescribable. Not to mention he treats me like an absolute queen. I also am fortunate enough to have some incredible father figures in my life. It has nothing to do with the subject of the holiday, more the reason behind it.
I would like to think that I try to acknowledge how much these men mean to me and to our family as much as possible. I don’t know that an earmarked day is necessary to do that. Not to mention that some aspects of Fathers Day are just plain ridiculous. An example of this is the race to see who can post the most poignant, adorable message on social media praising fathers. I was literally lying in bed Saturday night thinking about what to post when I woke up on Sunday.
Not to mention I can only imagine how this would be a difficult day for many, including my husband who lost his father just 2 years ago. Or parents raising children alone, or with strained relationships. This can be a day of sadness and reflection on what they are missing.
I know I sound like a real buzz kill right now. All I’m saying is that maybe we should spend a little more time celebrating the ones we love on a daily basis, instead of waiting for that one pressure filled, anxiety inducing day to do it.
Am I crazy? Have you had these sentiments towards these types of holidays or am I just a cranky asshole?
Until next time,