Since we moved to Baton Rouge we spend every Father’s Day in Destin, Florida.
This is not a Father’s Day tradition, at least not on purpose. I attend a work event in Destin that begins on the Monday after Father’s Day and lasts most of the week, so Peggy and I go in a couple of days early and enjoy the beach before the event begins.
Peggy was not a beach person when I met her. She grew up going to the mountains for her family vacations. My family really didn’t take vacations when I was growing up because we owned a camp on a creek outside the town where my parents were raised. That was our vacation, and I loved it.
I think Peggy is enjoying the beach now. Maybe our time on the lake in Austin has impacted her opinion some. Or maybe she has just realized how good she looks in a bathing suit. Or maybe as we are getting older she is appreciating a little warmth.
It is weird being out of town on every Father’s Day, but there is one added benefit. My father lives between Baton Rouge and Destin, so we see him each time we make the trip (both coming and going). So he gets two Father’s Day visits every year.
The conference will be pretty busy through Wednesday, but tonight we got to enjoy a quiet dinner together to celebrate. We saw several people we know and said hello. But I didn’t invite anyone to join us.
Hey, it’s my Father’s Day. I’m spending it with the person I want to be with. I’ll see the other folks all week long.
Happy Father’s Day!
