Write about: the first of many.
Because today was my first Father's Day on this side of things, with many, many more to come.
Mine:
The plan was to go to Haynes Point to have a BBQ dinner on the beach this evening with Kat's parents and our farm intern. And all day it was clear skies and hot sunshine as we prepared the dishes and supplies we were going to bring with us.
So, of course, right before we're about to leave home the dark clouds gather and the wind begins to blow. Refusing to be so easily daunted, we piled Max and our help into our car and headed across town to meet up with Kat's parents.
On the drive there I was still pretty sure things would work out and we'd have good enough weather to allow our planned event to go on. But then we pulled into the parking lot and the wind was absolutely howling - and, of course, the picnic area was on the unsheltered side of the point.
After a brief discussion with Kat's parents we all got back in our cars and came back to our place. We ended up having a lovely BBQ on our deck, where we were mostly protected from the wind by our home.
It didn't go as we had hoped, but it was only my first Father's Day. There will be many more to come - one of them is bound to have a warm, calm evening that we'll enjoy by the lake.
For now, Max decided to show off one of his new tricks this afternoon as his present to me:
