Happy Father's Day!

I've gotta say, Larry is one of my most favorite people in the world. There is no one I would rather hang out with or talk to or see at the end of the day. I am a pretty lucky lady, if I do say so myself. I couldn't let this holiday go without a little gushing. I realize I've been severely blog-negligent; perhaps I will continue to be throughout this summer- no promises here. But I've got one amazing guy who adores his children more than any basketball game and that makes me happy. This is true in spite of a giftless Father's Day weekend. Now that is not counting the very cool light up yo-yo from sweet Sydney and all the hand-made cards at breakfast and the big breakfast itself (I can count that, right?). The plan was to surprise him with a new flag and solar spotlight for said flag. Didn't happen. I'm so sorry, honey, I just plain ran out of time. So much for being prepared. Does the fact that I had "chosen" a gift count for anything? I will try to make it up to him. I promise.

But... he informed us last night while helping with dinner, taking out the garbage, cleaning up a spill, doing dishes, taking care of the dog (among other things that we all should have done while he sat with his feet up), that next year he is going to cook breakfast on Father's Day. Crazy, I know. He says the best gift would be for him to make the big breakfast; that he loves to be with his family, helping.

So, does that make me look like a selfish Mother's-Day-lounge-around-watch-tv-with-no-interruptions-breakfast-when-I-come-down-after-sleeping-in kind of Mom? He says no and I guess by next May I will have gotten over any and all guilt. But, again, I feel very lucky to have found the man of my dreams/the love of my life/the most incredible Dad to my kids over and over again.

Love you, Larry! Happy Father's Day!