We spent the weekend celebrating the man in our lives.
He’s been a father for nearly 10 years. Three rambunctious little people call him Daddy.
And did call him … often and loudly … throughout our weekend camping trip.
“Daddy! Catch me before I float into the river!”
“Daddy! Don’t rock the canoe!”
“Daddy! Will you go for a walk with me?”
“Daddy! Will you play catch with me?”
And sometimes he was the only daddy within calling distance for a bunch of little people.
“Daddy? Daddy!
Hey, Uncle Farmboy, would you please help us onto our rafts?”
“Look at me Daddy!
Daddy! Look! Here we goooooo!”
And then sometimes, everybody just ignored the daddies.
And the mommies.
They just played and played and played and … got dirty.
Just like they’re supposed to.
Until the begging began.
“Daddy! Can I pleeease have this kitty?”
No.
“Pleeease?”
No.
“Aw, Daaa-dy!”
*stern look from Daddy*
“Ok. Can we at least play in the creek then?”
*smile from the Daddy*
“Thank you!”
Happy Father’s Day, honey.
You have some great kids!
Looks wonderful and sounds a lot like our place!
Thanks for sharing and visiting!
hugs,
Leslie