Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope. ~Bill Cosby
Father’s Day doesn’t seem to be as big a deal as Mother’s Day. It kind of gets the short end of the stick. There’s no room at restaurants, the florists are working over time and cards are hard to come by even a week out from the actual day. Father’s don’t get it like that it seems. Well, this weekend was all about my Mr. We woke up on Saturday with reservations for brunch. The kids and I get some of that precious weekend time in with my husband. He works such long days that we suck up all we get on the weekend. This past weekend was no different in that way.
On Sunday,we made our way to church and headed out to meet my husbands god parents for food. My little girl missed her nap in all of this and was exhausted by the time we got to the restaurant. Since the restaurant had a 90 minute wait, I decided to sit in the car with her and let her get some sleep. She slept for a while and I was left to entertain myself in the car. Photo shoot, anyone? WAY too much time on my hands…
Once she woke up, our table still wasn’t ready. Luckily, the restaurant was beachfront. So, it was off to the beach to play while we waited for our table. We got no argument from the kids. They are some true beach babies!
We had a great time. My honey, knows how much we love and appreciate him. The kids kept randomly shouting “Happy Father’s Day!” all day long. My daughter’s only request as we left the restaurant, “I want play at beach!” Yep, somehow this couple from the Midwest are raising some real California kids!
How was your weekend?