Pictures make everything look so glamorous. It's a complaint about blogs that you can photo-edit your life to make it look so pretty and perfect.
Truth: this was a sketchy Father's Day at best, but sketchy works when there's enough love to fill in the gaps. The fruit tart (above) was made from cookie dough leftover from a neighborhood bake-off that Bilbo and Galadriel took part in on Friday. My husband picked up some cream cheese and berries tonight. I whipped up the frosting and threw on the berries as everyone waited for dinner.
My kids made cards and cleaned while my husband was out for a little bit this afternoon. The posters were made this morning while he worked out (not ahead of time).
But when 9 children start singing "Happy Father's Day to You" and follow it up with a "Two Four Six Eight, who do we appreciate? Dad! Dad! Yea Dad!" cheer, you can't feel too bad. That's a big chorus of voices. And they do, all nine of them, love their wonderful, good, fun, loving father!
Happy Father's Day!
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