for Christmas this year i received 3 sweaters. one from my wife and two from my brother in law. i've nothing against sweaters, in fact i really like them and wanted a few. but a thought came to me in the wake of opening gifts: only dad's get sweaters for Christmas. not specifically dads as in fathers, but dads in guys who have somehow come to a point where people say: "mmm, not sure what else to get for him, so i'll just get a sweater." we get my dad a shirt and sweater every Christmas, probably have so for some years now. we got sherry's dad a few sweaters, too.
sweaters.
a few weeks ago i decided to go for a run. it was a little cold out, so i put on some sweats, a hoodie, and my shoes over my black sunday socks. it came to me at that point also that i've come to a crossroads. i'm that guy who just doesn't care anymore. at one point it probably did matter to me what i looked like going out for a run, but now i'm sporting some running shoes with black sunday socks, some sweats that don't fit very well, a big hoodie, and some really nice bed-head. and yet i walked out the door without shame.
that guy must be a dad. i bed he gets sweaters for Christmas, too.
i'm ok with it.
5 comments:
Pretty amazing how priorities change and how you just don't care about certain things anymore after you become "DOMESTICATED". :-) I bet no one saw your black Sunday socks.
At least you didn't wear flip flops with those black Sunday socks!
Luke! I love it! How awesome that you can embrace your full dadisms! :)
And a great dad you have become! Amazing how fast time has gone!
It is adorable isn't it! Jesse is so excited to pick out decor for the nursery ( : On the top of his list of things to get, a shield and sword for the wall.
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