pie for breakfast

Dear Children,



Don't you have an awesome father? Really. Take today, for example. Fourth of July, 2009. You awoke and Dad had baked a pie for your breakfast. That's right, breakfast. Buttermilk pie with fresh berries. He'd already taken you on an early morning run to fill everyone's bike tires with air so you'd be super pumped for the big neighborhood parade. And then he gave you pie for breakfast. While I was finishing up morning preparations, he was taking dinner orders for your downtown picnic. But let's not get ahead of ourselves here.



Because, before the downtown, there was neighborhood parade where he generously bought you lemonade. And played water balloon toss with you among other things.



And then, when we returned wilted and weakened by the scorching heat, dad had a DVD ready for you to watch because he knew it would be just what we all needed. The King and I. Such corny, irresistable fun! And you did watch it...the whole thing, from beginning to end while Daddy took a well earned nap.



Now, as I write, I await your return from the downtown fireworks where Dad has taken three of you...with custom made picnic dinners and glo-bracelets and chilled water bottles and blankets and hats and sunscreen. He has taken you to park somewhere and then to ride the city bus down to the site where you will take in the symphony and the sites. And, I have no doubt that your Daddy is carrying most of the load and engaging you in conversation and making many walks back and forth to the portapotty station and genuinely enjoying your company. In the heat. Did you know that your Dad hates the heat? But, no matter, because he really loves you and loves being with you crazy cats even if it is almost eleven o' clock at night and still ninety plus degrees outside.

Yup, a really awesome father you've been given.

Love, Mom

P.S. -- And now I find out he bought you Sno-cones and Cotton Candy at the fireworks. There are no more words...but, "thank you, Dad."