Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day, Eric. This morning, we gave you breakfast in bed, prepared by Gabe and me, and a colorful card that Sam made himself. (GABE: “Dad, did you like my card? Sam did most of the work, but I wrote my name.“) We’re all a bit beaten and exhausted from Sam’s birthday trip to Legoland yesterday (oh, and I ran Lighthouse yesterday morning; I’ll do a report later), so now Eric’s relaxing in bed and enjoying a lazy morning that he very much deserves. And yes, that picture up there is two different babies, if you can believe it! It’s hard to believe those two little balls of sleepy newborns grew into this:

And happy Father’s Day to these other two fathers, too! Without you having been the dads you were, we couldn’t be the people we are, and we love you so very much.