Belated Happy Father’s Day to all the daddies out there!
Let me explain the present. Stuart, working for a shoe retailer, got a voucher for a free pair of mi adidas trainers; basically a customisable pair of any of their range where you can change all the colours. So this was when we were back at the flat and he was on the computer just because of all the boxes and mess in the room which was half a study half a nursery. He was picking colours and to be honest it was a pretty nice tool adidas had for customising. He made up a pair of Samba and asked me to look at them and I was like yeah, they’re nice whatever, but it wasn’t until after I looked more clearly I noticed that where they would normally read “SAMBA” on the side he had chosen to get “SANDY” inscribed. He then proceeded to explain to me that the stripes were gold and silver because of the Olympics, the event which colours vividly every memory of my labour and birth of Sandy and those early days of his life.
So when his “Sandbas” arrived four weeks after ordering them he was delighted with them. I admit it, I was so jealous. So jealous that I got a permanent marker and wrote Sandy on the back of my converse.
How devastating it was to then find that they didn’t fit. At first he tried wearing them in, saying they were rubbing but hopefully would stretch out, but they didn’t and it was all the clearer that they didn’t fit when he found out that adidas are often sized small. My poor Stuart. He went to all that effort through love for his boy to make upon his foot a tiny, subtle shrine to Sandy and they didn’t fit. All the more saddening for me to find that they were well sized for myself.
So it was a couple of weeks before the move and I decided to get Father’s day covered before incase things were too up in the air for me to get it done after. I pondered what to get Stuart from Sandy and realised the perfect gift was an upsized pair of Sandbas. I was pretty skint at the time and dwelled on it for a couple of days as they are pretty expensive and Stuart had got them with a voucher but in the end I realised that the original gesture was worth far more than the cost of a pair of shoes so I ordered them.
It was a close call as the Wednesday before came and they hadn’t arrived but they came on Thursday and Sandy and I examined them beside the originals finding them close enough to the same and wrapped them, waiting excitedly for Father’s Day to open them.
Here they are in action! Yay for Sandbas! And yay for loving fathers! I say it often to him but will state it here too for posterity; I love Stuart with all my heart and think I would melt into a puddle without him. I can’t imagine a better husband and father. He’s the other piece of my jigsaw puzzle.
A quick pause on the day was made for bubbles in the back garden.
Poor Sandy. He usually has a snack at 3 but we were getting to Frankie and Bennies then so I decided it’d be fine for him to wait til starters came. Wow that was the wrong decision. Poor mite was so hungry he sucked the lemon from my coke! Luckily a swift order of bread and olives saved the day, and let us know that Sandy likes olives. Mmmm.
Question for you? Why is it Sandy LOVES older men? Seriously, he’s obsessed with Granda, Grumpa and Stuart’s Dad Sam, who he had just met! Maybe it’s the deep voices. Does or did your baby do that too?
So a fun filled Father’s Day was had by all. Some people get all angsty about these types of days, Mother’s Day, Valentines etc. but I think it’s perfect. Surely an excuse to celebrate the people you love with your family shouldn’t be dismissed; in fact it should be anticipated.