I may have mentioned that Father's Day is kind of a big deal in our family.
When we all get together, we have four fathers and six birthdays to observe,
so it can feel a bit like Christmas.
This is just part of it.
But, in spite of the 11 year-old being the only one holding a camera,
we got a few good pics.
Wyatt, very consciously looking very cool, was happy to help distribute gifts.
Which Gunnar was more than happy to receive!
My baby is NINE!
What happened? Seems like just last week he was Binky Boy.
I mean, just look at the cuteness here!
(On vacation in Oregon. Happily sucking the salt off the rocks.)
And now he's nine.
Reading. Writing. Riding a bike.
Slow down, already!
But, honestly, I'm enjoying watching him grow, and learn, and play.
And listening to him talk, and pray, and think.
I love his tender, compassionate heart.
And his snuggles.
I love him. :D
Back to the party...
He requested 100 cans of this special peanut butter chocolate cocoa mix.
And was happy to receive three :D
And here's the photographer himself, hamming it up with Uncle Dave.
Gee, thanks, Tate.