Yesterday was Paul’s 52nd birthday! Having a birthday fall on Sunday means all sorts of good things. For Paul, it meant going to mass with his family, and getting to stay in mass the whole time while I took the fussies out. It meant a Sunday dinner at Popeye’s! It meant taking the crew to a nearby park for some play time and running around in the underbrush nearby. It meant taking – I kid you not – 27 tries for a family photo of which the best had, as is typical for us, room for improvement in the focus department, but plenty of fun nonetheless. It even meant taking the whole bunch to the nearest Dairy Queen for blizzards after they got all hot and sweaty on the first reasonably warm day of the year.
In short, it meant Paul doing a lot of daddy things with his kiddos, which is what he loves, and what makes him so incredible.
Pics of our fun at Granada Park (pop it out for a full screen slide show!).
