I confess. I didn't even look at my Father's Day pinterest board this year. *sigh*
I know right? What kind of a woman am I? Oh the shame!
No cutesy cards, no kid decorated aprons. No cute pictures or funny poems. *hanging head*
And the guys didn't even get candy at church because it was Stake Conference, so I had nothing to exercise my wifely prerogative on and (lovingly) confiscate it from Hubby.
However, while Hubby was off at a meeting in the morning, I did make biscuits and gravy and... did the dishes!
And for dinner he grilled up some steaks that I actually marinated!
Wahoo! Happy Father's Day!
Best wifey ever. Right here. Boo-yah!
........ What? I dare say he appreciated those things very much.
Besides, we had already worked out that as a birthday / Father's Day present, he'd get himself a new suit.
'Cause, gracious sakes, men are hard to shop for.
There is no question that the kids love their daddy.
And in all truth and honesty, he is a rather marvelous father. Not perfect, but marvelous.
He spent well over an hour with our oldest daughter yesterday using the scriptures to help her understand her eternal worth as a daughter of God and that it is okay not to be perfect, because no one is.
And to my own dad...
I tried to find a good picture of us but the most recent ones I have were either of you right before, or smack dab in the middle of your chemo therapy.
This was the best I could come up with.
I'm sure you understand the significance.
Happy Father's Day!