Mexican Domestic Goddess

Fathers Day

Jacqui SkempComment
Last Sunday we had a pretty eventful Fathers Day.

We were going to shoot for our usual 7:30am mass, but Iggy decided to party all night, and you know how that goes. You don't? Well it goes something like sleeping in until 9. So we went to the noon mass instead.

I made a very special Fathers Day breakfast for Ian- left overs on toast, topped with an egg. His favorite. I'm not even trying to be funny. Anyone who knows him, or has had dinner with him or near him has heard the phrase "you know, this would go great with eggs". So there you have it folks. And in case you were wondering "left overs" was fried rice.

We got ourselves ready, which is always a fun three-hour affair, and made our way to mass, late as usual. You know, it never seems to matter which mass we go to, it can be 7:30am or 5pm, and I will always manage to be late. Anyway, after mass we grabbed a quick lunch, and then Iggy played a little ditty he'd been working on for Ian on the piano outside of the restaurant.

We made our way to the cemetery where our first baby was buried. When we had the burial it was a cold, snowy, windy day. So it was nice to visit on such a lovely day. 

We went per Ian's request. 

I was a bit surprised by how emotional I got. I wasn't prepared and I wasn't anticipating the tears. But there's something powerful in seeing your husband carrying one of you children in his arms, and going to pray near the other who we will never get to hold this side of heaven. We love you, baby.

It was the first day of sunshine in a while, and we took advantage of it. Ian mowed the lawn quick, and Iggy helped. Given how bad my allergies have been this season, I would have much rather been inside. But Iggy was having a blast watching Ian and pushing the cart my parents bought him for his birthday. It was the first time the lawn mower didn't total freak him out. So we walked up and down the block, and through the grass. Over, and over, and over. 

We met up with the rest of our family for a lovely dinner. All in all, it was a beautifully spent Sunday.