I can’t think of many things more fitting than having all the dads in my life (my hubby, my dad, and my father-in-law) spend Father’s Day at the ball field watching my first born learn, practice, and play a game that has been so meaningful in my life. After all, weekend tournaments are how both J and I grew up and how we’ve spent many-a-special day. It just seemed right that we were all where we love to be, doing what we love to do, on a day meant to honor the men in my life. It just makes a mushy girl like myself all sorts of giddy.
Things that make me not so giddy? The lack of pictures with the dads/grandpas, the pain in my lower back from sitting on bleachers for 2 days straight, AND my sunburned/scorched shoulders.
But if that’s the worst of it, I’d call it a gooooood weekend.
No meal plan this week. I’m getting creative, eating out of the pantry, and basically winging it! And by those things, I mean: we’re having cereal and smoothies tonight, leftovers tomorrow, mac & cheese on Thursday, and hot dogs at the kids’ VBS program on Friday. And that, my friends, is what you call cheap & easy!