I was having a private pity party yesterday. While it seemed everyone was enjoying a beautiful Easter Sunday with family meals, chasing bunnies and hunting for colored eggs (including my two little guys), I was on Dad Duty.
But when I arrived at dad’s room and saw how miserable he was, I was so ashamed of myself it brought me to tears. If being with dad gives him even the slightest bit of comfort, I will sit with him. I have no doubt that if the tables were turned Dad would be the FIRST to stay with me.
There is always next Easter for me to watch Brenden and Logan hunt for their colored eggs.