A Father's Day I Wish I Had, and A Birthday Worth Celebrating

Hello Hivers!

This week was a special one because we celebrated my husband's 44th birthday, and at the same time it was also Father's Day. We didn't prepare anything expensive, but we still enjoyed the day together as a family. Sometimes simple celebrations are the ones we remember the most.

We bought a small cake from Goldilocks and spent the afternoon at home. My husband even agreed to take lots of pictures with us. That is already something special because he is not really the type who likes taking selfies. The kids were very happy, especially our youngest who kept sitting on his shoulders while we were laughing and making funny faces.

One thing that made me really thankful this year was that my husband decided not to drink with his friends. Usually birthdays are celebrated that way, but this time he stayed with us instead. For me, that was already the best gift for our children. They had their father beside them the whole day, and I know those memories will stay with them as they grow up.

His mother also cooked pansit for his birthday. As our tradition, I shared some with our neighbors. I always believe that celebrations become more meaningful when we also share our blessings with others, even if it is only a simple meal.

Watching my husband with our children made me think about my own life. Because I was adopted, I grew up asking about my father. Every time I asked my adoptive mother where he was, she would simply tell me that he was working. I believed that answer for many years and kept waiting, wondering when he would finally come home.

As I grew older, I slowly realized that I might never know him. I don't even know his real name or what he looked like. Sometimes I wonder if we have the same smile or if I got some of my personality from him. Those are questions that may never be answered, but they still cross my mind once in a while.

Maybe that is why I always tell myself that no matter what happens between me and my husband, I want our children to know their father. They know his strengths, his weaknesses, his funny side, and even the times when he makes mistakes. They have memories with him, and I think that is something very precious.

Life is not perfect, and neither are we. But seeing my family together on this simple birthday reminded me that love is not always about expensive gifts or big parties. Sometimes it is just about being present, sharing a meal, taking silly pictures, and creating memories that our children will carry forever.

Our youngest daughter Ria made this for his father. To my husband Happy 44th Birthday, and Happy Father's Day to all the dads who continue doing their best every single day.

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