It has been a whirlwind weekend with packing, traveling, and a little bit of boating for good measure. My crew is back in their own beds and every single one of them snoring logs. Except for me- who feels the need to stay up just long enough that I am tired all day tomorrow- but that’s okay because I would be remiss if I didn’t:
Wish this guy a happy Father’s Day. As we were driving from coast town, to coast town this afternoon I wondered at what age did I realize just how lucky I was to have my parents? And more precisely, did I ever really realize how lucky I was on Father’s Day when I was younger. Appreciation is a hard concept to ‘teach’ to children but my prayer is that slowly, little by little, with each passing year they more fully grasp this concept.
I know I’m lucky to have had my Dad, Poppy and Dale in my life- and extremely grateful to have Mr. Robinson and Pops with me to serve as a reminder of just how lucky I am, as our my children, on this Father’s Day.
Another reason we should be celebrating? This little fella turned three! It’s Whitman the batman.
And no one likes to
eat celebrate more than a Jacobs baby.
And it’s a win for Kenley who managed to fanagle a tu-tu onto her little brother just in time for photos.
Can you guess which one he is?
Okay, so maybe the plaid shorts hanging out the bottom were a bit of a giveaway.
So many reasons to celebrate. Now it’s bedtime for this full-hearted Mama.