It's Father's Day. Around our home that means Brother's Day. We started this tradition after we lost Tom a few years ago. Our first Father's Day without him was difficult, but we made the best of it by making cards and letters expressing our feelings for him and getting out in the beautiful sunshine to enjoy the type of things that Dad used to do with us.
When the second Father's Day rolled around, I figured it was time for a fresh approach. We came up with Brother's Day. Here's how it works. I let the boys sleep in while I prepare their Brother's Day breakfast in bed. This morning it was french toast with sausages and OJ.
The breakfast trays are prepared with colorful messages from me with one particular character trait each one has shown in the past year that reminds me of their father.
My boys are beginning to look forward to Father's / Brother's Day, and I pray that it inspires them to earn their rights to have Father's Day breakfasts in bed when they are old enough to rear a family God's way!
We're not done after breakfast. They boys consider our chocolate lab puppy a brother too, so after church we're off to a hike with the dog.
Church on Father's Day is always tough on a widow. I'll most likely choose to sit near the back and step outside when I feel myself missing the presence of a husband in the home.