Right now, I'm at my neighbors enjoying a quiet Father's Day while we watch & listen to "This is It" Michael Jackson's last rehersals before he died. I keep on watching him sing and dance and think ...and within days he's gone from the world. It reminds me how fragile life is and how we should enjoy each moment even when some moments are bad. I couldn't afford to get my husband this hammock I posted earlier today, but we were able to enjoy a good day with friends. The dad made us all breakfast, Baker Mills Kodiak Cakes (pancakes), from Trader Joes (my favorite grocery store). The pancakes were made with 100% whole grains. At first I was leary of it being icky (but keeping it too myself) but with cut bananas and strawberries with real maple syrup it was scrumptious. I felt grateful for someone else making breakfast. Anytime someone else cooks I'm grateful. Plus, it gives me new ideas of what to cook myself. In my house my husband is the one to make waffles and pancakes and I'm grateful every time he does. Our daughters said they wanted frozen waffles and we all looked at them thinking and saying they were nuts. Our friend told his daughter, this time you are eating what I want you to eat. I never questioned anything my mom served me but kids today are picky or it that we let them be picky.
How ever we spend the day it's a good day to celebrate.
Happy Father's Day to our Dads, Grandfathers, Husband, Sons, Son-in Laws and friends.