Father's Day

Our Father's Day wasn't so great.
We were woken up by the eldest saying "my tummy feels weird", followed by 25 hours of non stop vomit.  We didn't go to church, didn't have the special breakfast that I had planned, and didn't get to celebrate with the family. 
Huge disappointment for everyone.
I made a little gift for Rich, and the kids each helped. 

Happy Daddy's Day to a great dad! A dad who helped dump barf buckets, and would rather hang out with his stressed out, over anxious wife then his friends and family on his special day.  A dad who sleeps on the couch when there are puking kids, a dad who just smiles when his wife reminds him for the bazillionth time to wash his hands.  A dad who makes funny voices when reading books, and can "take the (invisible) stairs down to the basement" over and over again just to get a chuckle from the kids.  A dad whose smile brightens up our house, and whose laugh echoes down the hallway long after it's supposed to be lights out.
I love that dad...and his kids do too!