What to do on a lovely, temperate February day? Head to the zoo. We are so lucky to live just a quick trip away from Henry Doorly Zoo, the best zoo in the world, so this morning we packed lunches, coats, and a camera and headed to Omaha.
Our Martin Luther King Jr. Day became an ice day thanks to Winter Storm Jupiter. It’s so strange to have such pleasant (temperature-wise) weather that leads to such bad, icy conditions.
Aaron already had the day off, and school was cancelled for all area schools, so the four of us got an extended weekend together. When I told Shepherd his preschool was cancelled, he looked at Wilder and said, “Wy Wy, it’s another weekend, except there’s no church in this weekend!” Kids are funny.
My mom and dad got the boys Chase and Rocky blankets for Christmas. They wear them around the house as often as we let them—in the mornings, especially, these hood-clad little boys make me smile. Sometimes they wake up pretty early and ask to watch a show and eat cereal, so as long as we have enough time to get ready, I let them.
A ride through the neighborhood in the snow. They got a Power Wheels from Santa, and this was the first time to drive through our neighborhood. (They did put some miles on it at their grandparents’ houses, though.)
Happy Father’s Day weekend to all daddies. But especially to this one.
Thank you for everything you do for them—for us—and for me. I love and appreciate that you put yourself second.
Thank you for being silly, for playing with them, for listening to every story, every fear, every joy, and every hurt. For answering every million questions. Thank you for every bedtime story and devotional. Thank you for teaching responsibility and modeling grace and patience.
I am so thankful you are the one teaching our boys to become men.
We love you the most!
-e, s, w