I'm a little behind in my blogging, can't you tell? The weekend following my dad, Brent moved in. Which happened to be father's day weekend. It was kind of funny we were separated between mother's day, and father's day. I also realized I would rather, have the most miserable marriage ever, than live without him. Not that we have a miserable marriage, I think ours is super fantastic great, but I'm just saying, I found out I can't live without him.
Obviously the kids gave his a tie and soccer balls. We now actually have three soccer balls, one sized for every size in our house. J thinks it needed to give Brent a tie for father's day.