Celebrated Father’s Day a week late because our Papa Bird was under the weather the morning of the real Father’s Day.
Before he got sick he had asked for his special day for two things, that I go to church with him and to go on a family hike.
Both those things didn’t happen, we all slept in and then I took the kids to the park all afternoon so he could rest and not be bothered.
But, I am happy to report a week later, Daddy Dallin got his gifts. And both his requests were filled.
The hike was so beautiful walking along side the river, ending with a water fall and ice-cream. I think Father’s Day should be every Sunday 🙂