Yesterday I was awakened by my family wishing me a happy Fathers Day. It’s a little early, of course, but next month they will be gone for the official Fathers Day. They decided to have it early this year so I wouldn’t miss out. They woke me up with presents, and then we headed downstairs for breakfast, which included an incredible blueberry struesel breakfast cake we only have once a year. It was warm out of the oven, crunchy on top, gooey in places, moist and sweet all over, and quite possibly one of the most perfect foods ever devised.
In the afternoon I got to take a nap for awhile, and then we all settled in while I continued to read aloud “The Runaway King,” the sequel to a novel we read a few weeks ago. We’ve been enjoying this one every bit as much as its predecessor, though there are times we’d all like to slap the hero–he can be so stubborn! We might have made it as far as the climax last night before bedtime, but we’ve still got forty pages to go.
We also had a nice dinner the kids helped make, and finished the day off with a cake made by my daughter and decorated by my kids: mint-chocolate two-layer cake with mint-chocolate frosting. Mmmmmmmmmmm! It’s good to be dad.
And I’m really going to miss my family when they’re gone next month.
Today is Memorial Day. My undying thanks to all who have sacrificed their lives defending our country. For all its faults, this country is still worth defending, if witnessed by no other fact than that men and women still line up to defend her today. Thank you for your sacrifices so that I can enjoy the life that I have.