It's Father's Day.
Not the real Father's Day. That was weeks ago. But your own special Father's Day. We decided to postpone celebrating until we were home and could do it properly.
The girls and I woke up early and made you some pancakes and bacon. We snuck into your room thinking you were probably awake and announced loudly "happy Father's Day!!!" You weren't awake before but you were now.
The girls gave you breakfast and the cards they made you. Molly informed you that her card read "Daddy is a stinker butt" haha. She's a keeper.
You attempted to eat your breakfast in bed. Every year you are always up before the breakfast makes it to you in bed so this could have been the first time you attempted the whole breakfast in bed thing. You weren't a fan and soon we were all sitting at the kitchen table eating together.
Next we surprised you with the mini fridge that you helped pick out at the store. It was stuffed full of your favorite drinks and ice cream bars.
After that it was all business. Finish our primary lessons, showers, get ready, and head off to church.
After church we headed over to Kelly's to keep him company while his family is out of town. You and him cooked steaks for dinner and we got home late.
It was sort of an uneventful Father's Day. Not the kind that truly celebrates the father you are. You deserve to be fussed over all day long but you have always been a no-fuss type of guy.
I truly appreciate you. You are a great dad and our girls are lucky. I need to say it more often, I know. But I am so glad to be raising our beautiful girls with such an amazing man. Thank you.