We didn’t do anything big for Father’s Day this year. Mike got a few gifts. Cole came home. I made one of their favorite meals — lemon salmon with roasted vegetables.
It was a quiet day, with a little TV and a nap or two. Unremarkable. But it mattered. We got another Father’s Day.
This time last year, we were in Milwaukee celebrating Mike’s 50th birthday. We were looking at motorcycles at the Harley-Davidson Museum. We drank beer, ate German food, and had a blast just doing the things we love to do.
We had no idea what was coming.
And after this spring, I wasn’t sure what this summer would look like.
Our “normal” has shifted so much. We used to celebrate every birthday or holiday with something big — a trip, a motorcycle, brunch at Steel Hands.
Now? I’m just glad we have another day together.
He laughed at something — either on TV or at a meme or gif someone sent him — and honestly, that was the best sound I heard all day. That chuckle, or his wink (the one he reserves just for me) — I live for those moments now. I cherish every single one.
Sometimes love looks like just showing up. And sometimes just showing up means lounging in your jammies, watching competition cooking shows, munching on ginger snaps.
No radiation. No appointments. Just… normal. Even if it’s only for a day.
Mike is the other half of my soul. So yes, I’m grateful for this Father’s Day. I’m thankful for today, and every day I get with him.
But I won’t lie — I still carry fear about tomorrow. This isn’t how I thought 2025 would go for us. But here we are. Facing this mess. Together.
Don’t wait for perfect days. There is such beauty in the mundane. Those mundane moments are the moments to cherish. We didn’t get big, fancy gifts this year.
But we got him.
And that’s more than enough.
Perfect!!❤️❤️