Father’s Day was a “best day.” A friend called me that morning and we quickly planned a pic-nic for Father’s Day lunch. We divvied up the stuff to bring and set the time and place. After church we grabbed some KFC and headed out. We were blessed with a “not-too-hot” day, good food, and good company.
The spontanaity of it made it fabulous. We didn’t even decide to do anything until that morning when I called my friend to wish her “Happy Birthday.” The kids just ran around exploring the outdoors. The adults chatted without trying to solve any of the world’s problems. We saw a turtle in the creek, one of Memmy’s favorite animals. Tiggy kicked back with several Cokes. Memmy got a lesson in outdoor toileting and decided just to pee on a stump. Lucy practiced her back handsprings. Papa Bear and I had fun just watching them play. All in all it was a “best day.”