Happy Father’s Day
Daughter, Lessa and granddaughter, Pup, took hubby out for a Father’s Day picnic yesterday afternoon. The rest of the family was off doing other things and couldn’t join us. (hey missed out on the deviled eggs.)
Hubby, as you can see in this picture, was a mite chilly - I was wearing a knitted sweater and warm as toast (see how nicely I fitted knitting into this Father’s Day post? ha ha).
At one point hubby got up from the picnic table and tried to hide behind one of the posts holding up the shelter. He almost fit, too. Lessa and I, of course, took pictures . . . that’s what we do in our family. We take pictures.
We take pictures - and we love each other - and we support each other through thick and thin . . . (and things like this earthquake that is currently shaking through our house. Whew! that one was a big roller of a quake - a good minute’s worth at least.)
We enjoyed teasing the Paw-Paw about being cold - and what would happen later because of all the deviled eggs he ate - and whose house he needed to sleep in last night because of the deviled eggs - drat, I lost that battle.
And, then we took a drive - letting the Pup decide where we turned left and where we turned right. We visited the new bird watching platform - the only birds we could see, of course, were gulls. And we drove down to Kasilof to visit with hubby’s buddy - who was out fishing - but it was a nice drive.
We enjoyed the wind (yeah, we did, even though it was cold) and we enjoyed the drive . . . but mostly we enjoyed being family together.
Hope your day was good, too.
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