As the poster boy of the "all days are the same" movement, this Father's Day forces me to nuance my position. OK, maybe there should be a distinction between days, but I will not let the holiday or commercial calendar rule my emotional life.
As for birthdays and anniversaries, it would be great if all our days were a celebration. Sounds immature? Yes, but consistent, and a good excuse for us who don't excel at remembering dates, and don't even remember to check.
Now seasons are not all the same. One boy and his suitcases drove back from college, the younger boy sleeps late and works on his juggling instead of some homework. 'Tis the season for our gypsy girl to go travel a bit. June days are long and there is the World Cup on HDTV, which is almost like being there, only better.