Father’s Day

We were supposed to be camping this weekend.  Well, we WERE camping, actually.  But… we got rained out.  We arrived just in time to set up camp and eat dinner before the deluge began.   We ate s’mores in the trunk of our car while the rain fell, undeterred.  This is the PNW after all.  A little rain never hurt anyone!   When it didn’t let up, we made a mad dash for our tent and settled in early for the evening.  No big deal.  But it POURED all night and all the next day.  After eating breakfast in the car, we drove over to the ranger station and asked about the forecast for the rest of weekend.  Rain and more rain.

Sigh.

After much debate, we finally decided to pack up and head for home.  We ended up spending the day at the Children’s Museum in Everett and then at the a-mazing Lynnwood Rec Center Pool in the afternoon.  Water slides and hot tubs washed away our sorrows and we got home last night in time for dinner.   Altogether not a bad time at all.  And hey, LOADS better than our first trip last year, though I’ll admit our bar isn’t set very high after that.

Now I’m sipping my latte sitting in my favorite chair and thinking all was not lost.  I’m looking through old pictures and thinking about Father’s Day tomorrow.  Here are some of my favorite shots of Jason with the boys.  I’ve learned so many new things about J as I’ve watched him transition with ease into this thing called fatherhood.  He’s been a natural since day 1.  He’s part wild, part tender, part silly, part story-teller, part dreamer.  He’s an advocate, a teacher, a theologian, a counselor, a cheerleader.   Mostly, though, he’s just Papa.  Fully present with these 2 fellas day in and day out.   What joy is theirs to have such a one to celebrate tomorrow.  Cheers to you, my love.

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And, of course, I’m thinking about this guy!  A generous and kind dad he still is and a fun-filled, patient Grandpa to boot.