It’s Father’s Day! Do you have big plans today? We went to church and had hot dogs. That’s kind of a normal thing for my church. You can also go to my church and have tacos. Or In and Out. Pretty much any time something is being celebrated, you can bet our church is going to celebrate it with food out on the patio.
No, I did not join our church because of all the food.
Our family is actually postponing Father’s Day until Kerry arrives. But let it be known that I love my dad and I am so thankful for him. He is really and truly our rock. And once, when my sister, brother, some neighbor kids and I were walking to school in Houston, Texas, he was truly a hero.
This big bad fourth or fifth grader kept throwing rocks at us and we would have to run reallyreallyreally fast past his house every day. Or maybe it was just the one time. I don’t really remember. But we were skerd.
We told my dad (who was probably all of 32 years old at the time) and he snuck over to the kid’s house early one morning and waited in the bushes . . . And as we walked/ran/hurried past the house, the huge third grader came out ready to aim his gigantic scary boulders at us and my dad POPPED UP OUT OF THE BUSHES and said . . .