Yesterday was my first official Father's Day! Dylan woke me up by scrambling far enough over mom to whack me in the face a few times, then we hung around in bed for a while playing with the boy. He's definitely a morning person.
Later in the morning we all went for a run at Rancho where we passed by an old co-worker of mine. He hollered out "How are you, Erik?" and I gave him a 'thumbs-up' as we left him in the rear-view. Then I asked myself: "Are you kidding? I'm running with my wife and my son on Father's Day. I'm fantastic!!"
We hung out for a while with Kevin and the twins. They played in the pool, and Dylan got his first experience in water more than 3" deep, but only after he'd hung around with me for awhile swinging in the hammock and eating cheerios. It was another one of those times I don't ever want to forget. Mom took some pictures with the disposable, we'll see how they turn out. We all went out for lunch together (thanks again Kevin!) and Dylan spent a long peaceful stretch sitting on my lap on the back patio.
When we got home D and I each took a nap, and Cheryl let us both sleep well past the time we were due to leave for dinner, where we spent a very nice evening eating ribs and potato salad with the semi-extended family, and got to see the slideshow of Uncle Marc and Aunt Lisa's honeymoon in Greece.
It's good to be a Dad.
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