Ryan had to work on Father's Day, but "only" for 8 hours, so it almost felt like a day off. Almost.
When he got home from work, we did some shopping, ate a super fancy dinner from McDonald's, and finished the evening with pie and ice cream at my parents' house.
Oh, and played with chocolate ice cream all over our faces. Well, at least some of us did.
I hope he knows what an awesome daddy he is to our girls. He should because I tell him all the time. And the way the girls get excited to see his truck drive in the yard each evening, well, you'd think the president himself was visiting us. There is screaming and frantic waving from the window most nights. In fact, the other night, Mia was so excited to see him that she ran directly into a wall, spun around, and landed on her butt. Now that's love.
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