Sunday, June 19, 2016

Happy Fathers Day....Seriously.


Today was the real Father's Day (although, I was actually much more prepared LAST week for Father's Day).

I was able to mow the lawn for Tyson a few days ago.
Made Tyson breakfast in bed today AND yesterday.
Made him Zuppa Toscana with Rosemary bread dipped in olive oil and balsamic.
And ate blueberry apple pie with vanilla ice cream.

Outside of father's day, we also gave a card and kid-made flowers with pipe cleaners to our neighbor, Lisa, who found out she has cancer as well as gave her some pie.  And we also invited over another friend who was alone on Father's Day because his family is out of town.

It was a good day.

Tyson is a wonderful dad.  The girls think the world of him.

I think he's pretty great as well.


As for my own dad, I got pretty darn lucky in that department as well.

I love my dad.

Growing up, everyone always commented on how he always smiled.  Some of my favorite memories with my dad are when we went bug collecting for my Jr. High bug collection project (I was required to have at least ten bugs with basic labels....but since my dad studied bugs quite heavily in school, I came to school with a large garbage bag FULL of boxes of bugs, properly classified and my teacher bringing me forward to say, "Can I take your bug collection in case any students argue that the grade they were given was unfair so I can show them your collection and say, 'No, THIS is what an A looks like!'.")  Another favorite memory was helping him build our shed on the side of our house and hopping from roof to roof.  I also remember being little and helping with paper route.  He would wake me up by just carrying me in front of Rocky and Bullwinkle to gently wake me up each morning.  Then there was the time he helped me build my own computer for school.  Not to mention all the times he helped coach my team in softball and often came straight from work so he would be at the third base still in his suit and then spend free time later practicing pitching, even though I never got good at it.

So many great memories.

My dad is amazing.

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