When considering a fitting Father's Day gift, I tried to keep Hubs' interests in mind, looking for something he could always associate with this most special day. I knew he'd long been interested in ceramics and started looking for a class in the area. I found a truly affordable 7-week beginner's pottery class at the local community college and knew it was the perfect gift. Turns out, he agreed!
As for my own father, I couldn't have asked for a better Pop. Although my parents split when I was only 1 1/2 (I have no memory at all of my folks having been a couple), my dad remained a steadfast part of my life. In fact, we still chat every morning except for Sundays at 9 a.m. sharp. Thanks for all you did for us, Pop, and for all you continue to do. You're tops.
Huxley got a great Pop in this whole deal. That's the two of them pictured above at a nearby lavender farm we went to yesterday. Hubs is one of the kindest, most thoughtful, generous, creative, compassionate, empathic, handsome men I've ever met. The littlest English has a Papa who's got his back, in spades. We love you SO much!!!
4 comments:
What a beautiful, heartfelt post, and a sweet, sweet picture! I've been reading your blog for awhile now, and I love it and your books. The chicken book has proven especially helpful as I started keeping a flock this year. Bees are next on my list. :) We went to the lavender festival over the weekend too, for the first time. Such a lovely event.
Lovely post. I was missing my own dad yesterday (and always) since he passed away several years ago.
But loved reading your appreciation of the fathers in your life.
Oh, so sweet! Sounds like you guys had a great day! That pottery class idea is brilliant! I need to find one of those.
I have to add, the vanilla bean waffles sound delicious! Just the name, that's all I need!
It sounds as if you made many happy memories for the day.
I've doing pottery for 10 years and nothing can come close to the satisfaction you feel after making that first pot or cylinder on the wheel. It took me a long time before I could make anything that met my standards. Sticking with it, and learning handbuilding along the way, was worth it.
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