Who do you love more...mom or dad?

Since Father's Day was last weekend and Mother's Day was yesterday, I mean last month, I'm doing a side by side comparison on which parent's day outshined the other.  Just kidding.  You can't put a monetary value on love but retail trends do prove more money is forked over on Mother's Day than Father's Day.  What does that tell you? Moms rule...and Dads are o.k. with it.

Happy Father's Day

There are three things I DON'T do: iron, bbq, and touch craw fish.  So today, I celebrate the man who irons my clothes, peels my shrimp, and puts meat on the grill.  If we're being real, he's a better husband than father.  And that's o.k. by me.  He puts me first, loves me first. That's the best gift he can show and give our kids:

Back when we were dating he stole my heart and sealed the deal when he said he wanted five kids too.  We only made it to three, thus far.  He never said they couldn't have four feet.

So before he has to make that long commute tomorrow morning to go off to an industry he's worked tirelessly at to support a family, I love you, appreciate you, and see everything you do for us...Happy 8 years of Father's Days!

Jack's Day

It was Father's Day so I'm going to write about my Dad.  This is Jack.  He is 70.  He has new veneers and new corneas.  Overall, he's in top-notch condition.  He has a genuine heart.  He is a simple, modest man.  He is holy and humble.  He falls asleep on the couch and behind the wheel a lot.  He has a social and travel calender that people my age would envy.  A long list of friends for which he doesn't need Facebook to connect to.  He also has four grandsons and one granddaughter.  This is what a grandfather and five grand kids look like when you tell them, "family picture time":

It's chaotic, out of place, out of focus.  But that's what makes my dad so wonderful.  He's flexible and willing to go along with the kids unwillingness to never stand still.  I love this Gung Gung.