Father's day.

Apparently, Tim and I don't take an abundance of pictures of each other.  We'll have to improve at that.  Or not.  So here's a token one from an April bowling outing we had:




In any case, once I got a picture of Tim's Father's Day breakfast in bed, the day slipped through our fingers and I've no record of the delicious steak dinner, or the chocolate banana cream pie, or the family games we played, or the little moments in which we celebrated dad.  He's really our hero.  I mean, who can be father to four crazy girls (and married to another one) and not be superhuman in some fashion?

Happy Father's Day, my dear!  We love you!