This year was a special one for our incredibly humble, well-deserving father. We are so grateful to have a man like him in our lives... and he truly did deserve what was coming!
Before opening the gifts, we sang the loved primary song, "I'm So Glad When Daddy Comes Home," which has been a tradition since I can remember. I think it gets more intense each year as we jump, rather than climb, upon his knee and smother him our arms around his neck, hugging him tight like this:
My dad has been seriously looking for another drum set - for himself this time - after years of not having one to play with. Considering his vocality on the matter, my mom decided that she would beat him to the punch. She spent a few hours shopping with TJ and Taylor last week, and they decided on a small jazz set that fit dad perfectly.
Below are some shots of him opening it.
Here he is, teary-eyed, before making his rounds and hugging everyone in the room.
Here is a video of the occasion:
Resembling a child on Christmas morning, he and the boys wasted no time in putting his toy together...
Each of the grandkids have a play set of their own (courtesy of Grandpa, of course), and here they are playing with the real thing. Being able to make more noise was appealing to them, or so it seemed...
We all sat back and enjoyed listening to our dad, loving the jazzy style he plays.
Happy Father's day, Dad. We love you more than you know.
Getting into the fountains-
Cessna and Lancy!
A rare event- even aunt Lorie got in on the WET fun!
SOAKED!
Laying on the concrete to dry.
Grandma and Daytona
Grandma and two of her grand daughters.
Trying to catch the water...
Ring around the water!
Water enema anyone?
