Mike and Molly came down to celebrate Father's Day with us and then we all went down to La Jolla to visit Great Peepa Hank. The boys had a great time hanging around with their grandparents. Finn and Jack begged for hugs and kisses and stories, and shy Mr. Felix even let go of Amy's hands a couple of times to tug on Pee-pa Mike.
Ironically enough, we started our Father's Day off with a lively discussion of The Atlantic's article entitled 'The End of Men.' The article is extremely grim on men's prospects in society, essentially positing that men are slowly becoming obsolete. I, for one, think this would be a tragedy. Men are the yang to our yin. I grew up with three sisters and I treasure my close friendships with my girlfriends, but my life would be far, far less substantial without men.
As the mother of two boys, I've had to observe men a lot. They are definitely different creatures from women, but I've come to have such an appreciation for the energy they put into the world. I remember Patrick and I once went to a birthday party for a little boy with an older sister. We went upstairs and found a group of girls playing quietly with a doll's house in front of the boy's room. We could hear raucous lauging from inside the room and when we opened the door, a rubber chicken came flying out accompanied by even more wild laughter. The boys had created a makeshift catapult out of odds and ends in order to fling the chicken and I have to say...as much as I loved playing in the Bear's House with Bell when we were little kids, I can't help feeling like the world is better off for having a few Wild Things like Max running around causing mischief of one kind, or another - and for you Northern Exposure fans out there, I think that Chris in the morning would agree with me. So...for Father's day, I say poo to The Atlantic. I intend to spend the rest of this post rhapsodizing about the joy of boys.
Sweet, curious Finn
Wild, wonderful Jack
Gentle, observant Felix
My love Patrick, who's boundless sense of humor and knowledge of the world never cease to surprise me. (Happy anniversary, baby!)
My Father-in-law Mike, who has a little bit of all of the above mixed into one, along with an enviable ability to hold a conversation with anyone in the world. And most of all...Patrick's grandfather, Hank who's warmth and graciousness and humor hava made me miss my own grandfathers just a tiny bit less. Thank you for being like a third grandpa to me all these years.
Love to all of the boys!
