Boy, we love our Daddy. Even still the kids will drop everything and run to him when he gets home from work~ that has never gotten old. They ask him, "Am I the first to hug you?" It often results in crying and sadness because everyone wants to be first. I don't know how many times I have to tell Jon the answer to that is always YES. I wonder how long that will continue? I'm a bit surprised it's still going strong with the older boys, because it is always followed by pointed questions from their dad like, "Who got out all my tools?" "Who made this mess in the driveway?" "Who is leaving their bikes and skateboards right where I need to walk?" Regardless. He is loved.
Recently (non-father's day, random day) I had to run some errands and left a little "To Do" list to keep the kids busy busy until I returned. One of the items on the list was to write a nice note to Dad:
We spent a lovely, low-key Father's Day after church up at South Fork, hiking around, waiting 45 minutes for the hot dogs to cook on his new grill (20 oz. of lighter fluid later) and just being right in his element. I got him some hiking poles, thanks to the tip from Christine. He loves them.
Recently (non-father's day, random day) I had to run some errands and left a little "To Do" list to keep the kids busy busy until I returned. One of the items on the list was to write a nice note to Dad:
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| He's a handsome fella. |
We spent a lovely, low-key Father's Day after church up at South Fork, hiking around, waiting 45 minutes for the hot dogs to cook on his new grill (20 oz. of lighter fluid later) and just being right in his element. I got him some hiking poles, thanks to the tip from Christine. He loves them.
And we love him!