I’m lucky. I know I am. I still have my Dad in my life. So many don’t.
My husband doesn’t, and even though I know that he doesn’t say it, every year when Miss 14 and I spoil him and make a fuss of Fathers Day, he is missing his dad. And he’s been gone for nearly 25 years. Too young.
Hubby doesn’t even care about being spoiled. His perfect day is one where Miss 14 contributes to the cooking of the breakfast- this morning it was hueveros rancheros…hopefully I spelt it right- and a casual lunch out. Good food, a good outlook, and the 3 of us.
Today we ventured across to Nielsen Park- possibly one of Sydneys best kept secrets. Tucked down behind Vaucluse in Sydneys Eastern Suburbs, Nielsen Park is a secluded calm beach. Today it was sparkling.
The cafe and kisok have a relatively limited menu, but that is part of the charm. Rather than submitting to the temptation to hoik the prices sky high and pop something utterly pretentious on the menu, this is real beach side simplicity.
Hubby had a pan of paella, Miss 14 and I had fresh prawns and a rocket and parmesan salad. All is good with the world…well it was until I dropped my iphone in the toilet…don’t ask. It seems to be working now…
He had a pan of paella, Miss 14 and I had fresh prawns and a rocket and parmesan salad. All is good with the world…well it was until I dropped my iphone in the toilet…don’t ask. It seems to be working now…
Anyways, here’s to fathers everywhere- whether they are still in our lives, or with us in our hearts.