I love my wife to death, and so I want her to have a good Mother’s Day weekend. She deserves it, for all she does for us, for all she does particularly for our daughter, and just, well, because she fucking deserves it, all right?
Luckily, for me, she’s not one of those women who demands entire days dedicated to their pampering; she just wants to know she’s appreciated, and to do a few things she wants to do.
I feel the same way about Father’s Day. As long as I don’t have to run all over the place like a chicken with my head cut off, I don’t care about being pampered or served. Just let me do my thing and let’s have a good meal. That’s it.
Simple people, we are, but happy. If everything is cool, it’s easy to live in wonder and joy.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1390 words, novel: Father Lightning