The celebration began the Thursday before father's day when Rebekah and I came home from reading time with this:
She strategically picked and placed each sticker for her "tallest dad." I love reading time days!
The celebration continued Saturday morning when the library hosted "donuts with daddy." I had signed Don and Rebekah up weeks ago. Rebekah was very excited. Don was too. It's been a long time since he had a donut and one on one daughter time would be great too. My only concern was the two of them fighting over the last bite.
I had asked Don what he wanted for his father's day dinner.
His reply:
So Saturday night we ordered Pizza King and Don was in heaven.
It's an Indiana thing. Ask any native Hoosier. They will tell you it's the best.
It magically turns Don into a teenager
Rebekah was quite happy too.
Saturday night I also made....
Father's day sweet rolls
They were suppose to be a surprise for Sunday morning, but seriously, how do you hide something like that? It's not like it takes 5 minutes to make. All the mixing, the rolling, the yummy smells.... But they were greatly appreciated either way.
The Sunday morning partaking of the sweet rolls
(couldn't get one of Don - this was just after rolling out of bed)
There were cards and presents. I discovered after 4 years of marriage, I really don't know anything about buying clothes for my husband. I also discovered this in not entirely my fault. I bought him 3 shirts thinking he'd maybe like one of them, which he did. I then asked about the others:
Me: "How'd I do with the shirts?"
Don: "Great."
Me: "What about that red one?"
Don: "I liked them all."
M: "Really? You kind of gave a different look at the red one..."
D: "Well, maybe not that type of color."
M: (By the way, he has a red shirt that he wears...) "So, lighter? Darker?"
D: "Maybe just not Red."
M: "You don't like red?"
D: "No, not really."
M: "So, let's try this again: How'd I do with the shirts? 'Not well' would be how you should reply..."
I then explained I'm totally fine with the "not well" reply. I really just want to please him. But how can I please him if I don't know what I'm getting right or wrong? SIGH....
Then there was the yearly father's day picture.
Rebekah wasn't feeling well so she was mildly grumpy. This was the best "smile" shot we got.
Then there was church and everything involved. We came home to left over Pizza King for dinner. Rebekah took a slight nap. After she was done, there was the father's day nascar race.
Rebekah snuggling with Don while watching the race. What better father's day gift?