Mother’s Day, Father’s Day…Paper Source moments.

Have you noticed how expensive greeting cards are?

Kiddingly, I suggested on Father’s Day that we graciously present the card to the recipient without a written message.

The card giver would then verbally deliver the spoken sentiment, take the card back and file it so that you can recycle the overpriced greeting.

We can all agree that these special days are commercial and an opportunity for retail therapy and inflated restaurant menu pricing.

For my family the genuine sentiment is spending dedicated time together.

Courtny and I had made big plans for David and then Mother Nature got all riled up and made Sunday hotter than hell and intense humidity that could curl a WASP’s super straight blonde hair.

We quickly reset and created an alternative and equally wonderful Father’s Day.

Cards and gifts were exchanged.

We all met for brunch on the lower east side.

We then walked far too much in the scorching heat and humidity and moved on to an air conditioned matinee on Broadway.

The final bow was taken at our favorite restaurant, Sociale, with Francesco, the Italian Oz, who we consider family.

We laughed all day long, highlighted by David and Courtny spending quality time together.

That is the essence of Father’s Day.

I love my family.

The Three Muskateers had another memorable experience.

David, kudos for gracefully stepping into the role of dad and performing with elegance,  compassion, undying love and devotion.

We done good…Courtny is beyond great.