Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it.
Our special day for dads was full.
We had a full house. Twenty of us gathered to celebrate fathers.
Our tummies were full. We had assembled our own deli: an assortment of breads, meats, cheeses, and toppings; pasta salad, potato salad, and chips. And then there were desserts.
The day was full of special moments. A baby climbing into the blanket basket. Little girls in matching dresses. A little boy wearing a tie. A game that everyone could play. My dad's hat hanging on the closet door knob. Tokens of love exchanged. Cousins playing together. Wrapping paper antics. A photo collage of the fathers of every person present (hastily assembled by Kati because her mom had a last minute brainstorm). Moments of connection between generations. Children asking to help serve. Beautiful music by Ryan and Sarah.
Of course, there were the family photos . . .
THE DADS and THEIR CHILDREN
And then there was this one:
Because the house was also full of fun!