Father's Day

"The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 'Daddy, I need to ask you something,' he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan." -Garrison Keillor
We do not have a son, but the above is otherwise 100% true. Oh, and Robert loves Garrison Keillor.

From the first moment they met and every moment in between they share a love that no one else will ever know or understand. Whether it's a Monday morning and we are rushing to get out of the door, or a lazy Saturday morning with not a care in the world Olivia is the pride in her daddy's eye. He kisses and doctors boo-boos, makes the best mac and cheese upon request, gives awesome piggy back rides, plays dollhouse and dress-up, and tucks her in with a hug and kiss every night. Olivia is blessed to have such an awesome daddy, and I am blessed to have such an awesome husband.

We celebrated Father's Day with breakfast in bed.

Then Miss Olivia and I exited the house so daddy could have some "him" time. We attempted to go to the jumpy place-but it was closed, we attempted to paint pottery-but it was closed, we even attempted a pedicure-but the nail salon was closed. We attempted Lake Ella-and it was open with lots of people, ducks, turtles, dogs, and humidity.

We also attempted Dunkin' Doughnuts-they were open and full of chocolate treats, juice, and iced coffee for mommy.