Dads, watch your wives today.
You won’t find the magic of Mother’s Day inside a Hallmark card. No, it’s in the sweet moments that happen right under your nose.
I never tire of seeing my wife with our two young boys. Sometimes, she and our 6-year-old son garden together. I watch them out the kitchen window. The boy, his hands heavy with soggy work gloves, waits by a wheelbarrow for Mommy’s next instructions.
“Give those ferns some water,” I imagine her saying as she hands off the garden hose and points him to the next flower bed.
This goes on for hours.