Have you ever loved someone so much that you will break the sabbath to get them the bagels you know that they love? (Only because despite your best efforts they were unavailable EVERYWHERE else the day before) So was my position for Karl on Father’s day. I looked at every grocery store, every breakfast place, every bakery, and it was my only option if I really wanted to get Karl his favorite thing: A poppy seed bagel. So with no pride, and only love, I did it.
I think he was happy about it. I think it was worth it?
As to the other preparations for the day. We got Karl a fun old fashioned flip clock, treats from his favorite French bakery, and of course beautiful art from his children.
Once the kids were up and dressed after letting Karl sleep in, they came in with their gifts.
They had some beautiful art for their beloved dad. There was also a gift from the ward: Chips and Salsa!
After walking home from church Karl came home and had another bagel, this time as an open faced sandwich. I had gone to the store and made sure he had all the things he loves the most on it. Arugula, tomato, extra special by the pound roast beef…what he calls the perfect meal.
Oh and lets not forget my own father. We were talking about having dinner together, but for whatever reason, we left Dad alone on his day, the way he likes it. We came over and brought he a gift. His favorite: See’s Bordeaux and art from the kids.
I am so thankful for Karl, being such a loving and attentive father to my kids. He loves when with his affection, and time, and interest. He loves to play, and joke, and teach, and experience things with with. He truly believes that things are most often better with kids, and is loving watching them get older and become better. I am so thankful for his love for me, and his support for them.
For my father who loved me in his way. He loved me by teaching me the gospel. He loved me by openly sharing his advice and wisdom. He loved me by making sure I always had everything I needed. He taught me how to ride a bike, and how to drive stick shift (tears and accidents in both situations) He taught me how to work hard and to be careful with the money I earned. I loved me by sending me to school and on a mission. My father is not the kind of man who wants to chum around and travel the world. But he is the kind of man who is there for you when you need him, like when he moved me to college, then again moved me and my new husband to our new place in Provo, and bought us a bunch of new furniture when we got there. Like the time when I had Mirah, and I was desperate and worried and scared, and he was there with us at the hospital bed of our baby, giving her a blessing. He has shown me examples of love and sacrifice my entire life, and I am so thankful to have had him as a father.