We had a great time celebrating our daddy this last weekend. This year’s father day was a bit different than the past few years. Patrick (aka daddy) played in the Rick and Bubba tennis tournament and due to not knowing the win/loss schedule we really didn’t know when we would be able to celebrate how awesome of a dad he is. Another reason it was different was because Patrick knocked out his teeth (yes by playing tennis). As you could imagine the dentist bill was quite healthy, so the kids decided, ok I decided, that they could make him a good ole fashion homemade gift. We collectively came up with a memory box that would just quite simply include pictures of them as babies to currently pics. I found a box that was a gift we had received in the past and it was white. Thoughts to myself- this is perfect because not only will daddy get a memory box but he will get personalized artwork on the box as well. That ladies and gents is what we call in the south a “twofer”. Little did I know that this little gem would become even greater- a triple threat.
There are some things money just can’t buy, the old saying goes, and oh how this is so so so true. I find it comical how we search the stores to find dad the perfect present which typically ends up being a tie or a can of tennis ball. He opens it up and grins and goes on with his day but it just never makes the impact that we wanted out of a $30 gift. This freebie had impact folks. Never have I been so proud of my daughter for her poor spelling skills as I was this past Sunday.
Please slow down and read carefully…..
Ha! You go on with your bad self and spend money on your fathers and husbands but this kiddos- this is priceless!
YOU ARE THE BEST FARTER EVER
On the way to church Patrick asked if we should correct her and teach her the correct way to spell “father”. I said nahhh lets let her think that is correct. We will tell her after she has to write a paper on her “FOUNDING FARTERS” or her “HEAVENLY FARTER”.
Happy Father’s Day!