"We wondered why when a child laughed, he belonged to Daddy,
and when he had a sagging diaper that smelled like a landfill, 'He wants his mother.'"
-Erma Bombeck
This weekend was Father’s Day, and PePa was able to join us for a breakfast made by our resident chefs. We enjoyed a feast of eggs, biscuits, and sausage gravy. The breakfast was good, but the best part was spending time with the kids as they worked to do something special for us.
The kids weren’t going to let PePa leave without giving him some cards they made. Isla shyly showed off her gymnastics medals when PePa asked to see them. Ashlyn refused, she’s even more shy about her awards than Isla is.
Later that day we went to a friends house to swim. The kids enjoyed the fun that can only come from a clear Texas summer sky, warm water, and great group of friends. It was a nice way to end the Father’s day weekend, spending time with the kids who mean more to me than anything else in the world. To all the Dad’s out there, happy Father’s Day.