Early this morning, as I carried Baby A from her bedroom to ours, I reminded her to greet TWH with, "Happy Father's Day, Daddy!"

She delivered, along with a sweet, "I wuv you!"

Good thing it was so cute, because I didn't have much else planned.

We took a family walk to the state farmer's market and filled bag after bag with treats—tomatoes, blueberries, cantaloupe, peppers, chipotle goat cheese (mmmmmm!), peaches—for less than $20. There was not a cloud in the sky. Glorious weather: sunny, breezy, no humidity. This after a downpour so hard we had 8 inches of water in the basement on Wednesday. We so deserved this weather.
Thank you, TWH, for accepting our good wishes and hugs as recognition enough this Father's Day. Thank you for helping out while I spend our precious weekend time getting this site off and running.

I wuv—er—love you.