daddy-o

I read something along these lines somewhere once... can't remember where, but I was struck by the truth in it:

Sometimes, when I’m beyond frustrated with him as a husband (and with me as a wife), I am reconciled by knowing him as a father.
Which is probably why we had kids.

There is nothing like watching a good dad with kids that adore him.















I am lucky that my kids got one of the good ones.

He's the hero of our house.
Superhero.
So a fitting Father's Day present around here this year...















We packed up some goodies to take with him as he leaves today for his "fortress of solitude" to continue fighting the good fight.














The kids also drew up a couple of portraits of Dad as a superhero. I forgot to snap a picture of those, but they were pretty amusing. :)

To celebrate our resident Superhero (and to duck out of the 100° heat) we all went to go see Toy Story 3 together and then met up with the Swinigans for ice cream.















We followed that all up with a late afternoon swim and some steak on the grill.
It was a pretty happy Father's Day.