Today was Father's Day. The first one since my dad died in October. Father's Day wasn't a big to do with my dad. But we did always stop by the house with a gift and homemade cards from the girls for him. So I was surprised at how much he came to mind through out the weekend. (Although he is never far from my thoughts.) Anyway giving up on Father's Day because my dad is no longer here isn't an option. I have a husband and he deserves to be celebrated. And that is what we did.
It began the day before with baking (naturally!) although that is a post in itself soon to come. Then Sunday we had a picnic. The weather wasn't very pinicky so we chose one of our favorite places-the gazebo at a historic reserve. There was also a living history encampment happening and we are suckers for those things! Ruth and I fantasized about becoming traveling living history actors. Our family could travel the country reenacting family life during the Revolutionary War, Civil War, pioneers, and of course, homefront WWII