Being a resident wife has really pushed me to new heights - remember when I did this?
Today I grilled.
(And made Noah take a picture of me doing it.)
So here I am, on Father's Day, posting a picture of myself and touting my own accomplishments.
Really though, Paul would NOT want a picture of himself and some sappy love note on the blog
(or at all really)
and it's Father's Day, so he should get what he wants, right?
Which is exactly what he got.
You want steak on our "new" (got it for free from a family that's moving away) grill?
You want to watch the US Open instead of grilling it?
You got it.
(Ok, so maybe I was nervous and asked for lots of detailed instructions, but he still got it.)
Happy Father's Day hon.
And way to go me.
And hurray for a grill!
Happy Father's Day to our dads too.
We sure love them.