This is the card my daughter made for my husband. You've got to love her sense of humor (I think she picked it up from Gary Larson).
She also made this homemade bread all from scratch, which makes the best French toast, laden with fruit, which is what we had for Father's Day. Later we went to the beach to play in the sun and sand. Today, my son is mowing the grass. As you can tell, we're all pretty service oriented in our language of love.
Update: I just found out that Papa Francis issued a decree to add the name of St. Joseph to all Eucharistic prayers. This makes me so happy. He is the ultimate role model for father -- loving, guiding, protecting. Pray for all fathers, dear St. Joseph.
7 comments:
Your bring-home-the-bacon-and-cook-it guy deserves that French bread in spades, if only for cholesterol relief.
Your husband is awesome, and your daughter is a star. Kudos to your son for mowing. I got DH some Big Daddy beer at Trader Joe's, and the cashier told me that all fathers just want some beer and to be left alone...
It sounds like you all had a lovely day (and I would love a bite of that French Toast!).
Here, here.
Thanks, ladies. We are truly blessed.
Big Daddy beer sounds good, Mirka. My husband enjoys a tall cool glass. But no chance he'll be left alone. Even when he's resting, there's probably a cat snuggling up right next to him.
Mmmmm, the sound of that French toast with fruit!
Beautiful post. And I loved the pictures. Thanks!
What great kids you and Michael are raising: can I borrow them? :D
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