Father's Day
I have barley in my knickers
"Fields of Fire" Father’s Day always brought a mix of sweetness and chaos—sticky pancakes, glitter-covered cards, and our sleepy kids giggling as they woke Bryan with “Happy Father’s Day!” and a lukewarm cup of coffee. I loved the mess of it all. By late afternoon, the sitter had arrived, and the house finally exhaled. Quiet. Still. Just the two of us. We were supposed to go to the pub. Dinner, a drink or two. Our usual e...
