A Day for Dad

Sunday morning, Joseph woke me up.

At 6:00 a.m.

He crawled in bed with Chad and I and whispered - loudly - that today was Father's Day and we need to make Daddy breakfast in bed like he did for Mommy on Mother's Day.

At 6:00 a.m.

Groggy, sleepy-eyed, I got out of bed and left Chad sleeping in.  I really can't complain.  The man only gets to sleep in twice a year - Father's Day and his birthday.  Of the two of us, he's the morning person which means that it's better for all concerned if I don't have to function before a reasonable hour.

Like 8:00.

After all, a happy wife means a happy life.

But this was Father's Day so I dragged my body out of bed and then sat on the couch staring at a blank wall while Joseph jumped around the living room and Elizabeth tried to eat the pillows.

I'm not a morning person.

Joseph finally convinced me that it was time to cook breakfast.  Out came the eggs.  Out came the bacon.  Out came the little pre-made hash brown patties.  Frying bacon, brewing coffee...it was too much to resist.  Chad got up and joined us.  Joseph gave him his card and a book.  Chad ooh'd and aww'd appreciatively.

After breakfast we...lounged.  We cleaned up a bit, went outside for a bit, played for a bit.  We did a lot of nothing.  The day stretched before us, long hours filled with food and family and sports.  We cooked more in one day than we usually do in a week.

Joseph and I made homemade gnocchi for lunch.  I baked mini loaves of bread, which Chad filled with grilled shrimp for his own lunch.  After a long walk around the neighborhood, we made sandwich bag ice cream with fresh berries.  We ended the day with homemade polenta with garden fresh grilled zucchini.

I hope everyone else had as happy a Father's Day as we did.