Found this blurb from a really cool cat, he goes by Luke Dadman (I think that's how you spell it lol). I met the guy 25 years ago and he is just a moshpit of joy. He also goes by Luke Broadlick from time to time but I think that's his stage name. Either way here's a spitball of his latest excerpt of the mind.
As Father's Day approaches I can't help but think do I deserve a day like that. I'm new to this, all of it. I'm new to being a father and new to being a husband. I'm new everyday; so a day to title me as something that I'll be for the rest of my life is new. What brought this thought to my head is an emotion not an idea. I felt bad because I don't give my wife enough credit. Sad I know. Because as a woman in general she is absolutely enthralling. From her poise and character to her passion and sofistication. Her wonder which is perfect timing because galgadot did great and that is truly what she is. The way she has accepted me for my flaws and wants to only make me a better man. There's something about how her that captivates me and always when I can just stop, have her not look at me, and just let me look at her. She is something else. I've been selfish. I am selfish. I'm trying to be selfless or at least trying to love her the way Christ loved the church (Ephesians 5:25). do you know how hard that is. Love isn't a fairytale because that would mean it's not real. Love is deeper, way way deeper than her kissing me even when I'm a frog or kissing her to show her I'm the one. Love is new everyday. There's a necessity to love the learning and to love the hard knocks which is learning the hard way. As a man it's hard to accept I'm wrong. I'm honest. Not all the time but I try. And being honest with knowing that I have a lot of growing to do in being honest with myself is a lesson that one HAS to accept or I won't do anything besides rot myself with wrong judgements.
Now putting it out there. Not just saying in my head but putting it down with colored pixels (I would say paper and pen). I have to prove myself. Not just with expectations but with truthful actions. If I don't do I can't be. I mean technically you could but wouldn't be something to marvel about.
In the end it's not about me. It shouldn't be. I am me. I will always have me. I can always choose me and can allow me to do what I want. But I want her. I want you whomever it is to be happy. I'm not letting myself go but I'm letting my selfishness go. That's why I didnt think I deserved a day. Because I have been given another to accept that I woke up, got another day of breath in my lungs, because of that I should make someone else's day better. In any way possible. She (wifey aka honey bunches of oats) deserves everyday. It's not just Mother's Day on May 14th or Father's Day on June 18th. It's your day every day. If I mess this one up I pray God blesses us with another one.
Here's to You.