To every man who cares for his child/children, and loves them and provides for them day in and day out, working for their benefit, sacrificing what he wants for the needs of his family, and leading the family in Godliness, I salute you. You thus have the rare moral character and courage that our country was founded upon and made from since. Thank you from every bone of my body. May your father’s day and every day be blessed by God. Keep doing what you are doing. You have my respect and matter so very much!!❤
There is apparently a movement to minimize Father’s Day by “feminists” and I object. You see, what these hurt little misguided girls don’t realize is that we cannot have healthy babies without our husbands. In fact, our husbands are security in a world where other idiotic, selfish men can’t control their hormones or urges. Our husbands and thus babies’ fathers also work to pay our bills and provide for us so we can be weak when we are weak and strongly support everyone when we are strong. Fathers are invaluable to our children, adoring and protecting our daughters and teaching our sons how to be fathers. They are invaluable. And even when they do it badly in our eyes, they are there and thus are a rock for the family to cling to. And yes, some father’s completely blow it and take off and they devastate but those who stay are worth their weight in gold. My daddy (rest in heaven peacefully, daddy) was my rock and support with unconditional love for me all my life, and my husband is that for me and my children now. So feminists, shut your ignorant, divisive wounded mouths and I say proudly and loudly, “Happy Father’s Day!” Thank you, fathers, for all you do! You have my respect and appreciation.❤
I went with my husband to watch his other band play. He is filling in on guitar with our old band when they need him. And instead of sitting all night enjoying the songs, I danced. I danced alone every fast dance and sat down for the slow ones because that is weird. Lol But I had a ball. I appreciated the music by participating in it. No watching here. Life requires dancing. I had so much fun! And here is the advice. Get out there and dance. You will feel amazing. And my husband enjoyed my dancing a lot more than just my clapping after every song, which I did anyway. Cheer on your spouse. Participate with your spouse. Take the energy to make it memorable for them and enjoyable for you both. So worth it!❤
I had a dream last night about playing a gig with our present and past band members playing an all day gig together. It was so good and I woke up happy. So, Steve and I are aglitting here in the studio listening to all our tracks and lay recordings of current and past band members, and now and then we’ll hear Sherman’s voice or Wil’s or Fonzy playing or Bill singing or Artie, etc. It reminds me of those beautiful musical moments with our band family. And I appreciate those moments.❤
Let me just tell you. My husband has a gig tomorrow, pinch hitting for a guitarist in our old band at Old Town. And I am sitting here listening to him practice. He is so good. I have such an appreciation for his musicianship. It is how we met, why I fell in love with him, why we still have a band together and why we are still together appreciating each other. It is fantastic to share a hobby with your spouse, especially one which resonates so deeply within our souls. God knows what He is doing. ❤
I am the band mom. They say “manager” but that is false. My husband manages the band but I am the mom and gig-getter. That allows me to buffer the children, I mean men in our band and be diplomatic, do the work and heavy lifting, listen to the incessant whining, and yet have the luxury of being paid less and blamed for everything. But I wear big girl panties and can take all of it (meaning I pray a lot to a really big God). And my brief payoff is the exhilaration of making people happy and dance and the fun of all that and brief appreciation of the audience. So there are perks. Biggest one is playing with my husband and my band brother. And now my son is our paid roadie. That is sweet too.
I am married to a very good man. All good men and women are humans so none of us is perfect. I screw up all the time, despite my best efforts. And so does he. And while some people hold people to an impossible perfection expectation, I have no bent toward that particular sin and accept him as he is, with hope that he accepts me as I am too, “warts and all”, as the Brittish put it. And I believe sincerely that God can bond and unite two imperfect people and create from them someone better and more able to serve Him and others, and that common goal helps unify. It further helps that we are bonded by music. I believe all marrieds should have something in common to do together. And may God bless us all. ❤