Fathers Day

It is still raining. I have locked the door to the bedroom, hoping that the "man of the hour", can manage an hour or two of extra sleep. I am cooking a breakfast of sausages, frenchtoast with fresh blueberries, and omelettes.


Dear Husband, is more patient than I am, most of the time. One of the best parts of the day, is hearing his bike enter the neighborhood, and the children recognizing the familiar Road King sound. They get excited when he is home for the day, they squeal and head for the door.

Thank You for being an excellent Father, and taking care of Sweet Pink Ninja and Dash. More importantly thank you for loving their Mom.