Father's Day 2009 found me in doing something I have not done in quite a few years and something brand new.
Angie, Kiki (Angie's Mom and honorary wolf pack member), Fiwa, and I started the day off with mass.
Yes, I said mass. I was raised Catholic and left the church many years ago. Kiki is a practicing Catholic so we went with her to church.
Doing so stirred up some memories and surprisingly a sense of peace for a moment or two. The service was different than I remember but yet the same in many different ways.
There was a bonus for us in the day brought on by not one but two baptisms. You can't help but get a warm fuzzy from bearing witness to that.
After church we were hungry and needed to pass a little bit of time so Mel and Ben could join us so off to lunch we went. Pho was the choice. You know how we love us some Pho.
Even though the weather was less than desirable, we caravaned to support our girl Maricel. She was working at the Strawberry festival giving away free chair massages as part of her work's booth.
I think we overwhelmed her boss and co-workers a tiny bit when all of us walked up on them but that is just how we do folks. We stick together like none other.
After a psychic reading, which was total bunk, we fed and hydrated Maricel and proceeded to walk around a bit.
The lady you can kind of see in the below picture seemed to follow us where ever we went. She was definitely dancing to the beat of her own drum. I'm not judging. I am just saying. Speaking of just saying, let me just say she was feeling it.
Her dancing was granola and hippy-esque. I'm all for a person who can feel it and share it with others with the reckless abandon she displayed this particular day. Seriously.
As Mars ate we could see this performer in the distance.
I continue to be amazed at people who can do this with their bodies. The skill, the hours of training, the strength. It is truly a beautiful sight to see.
As our day wound down and we made our way out of the festival we partook in an ole fashioned strawberry shortcake. Some of the others had a homemade ice cream cookie but I went for the cake and so did Mars. Hers is on the left with the whip cream.
Almost at the cars I decided I wanted a fireman's hat. You can read all about that experience here if you have not already done so. Fiwa did a great job with her roving reporter skills.
I totally would have done the escape from the burning/smoke building exercise but since the house was built to educate kids I was unable to do climb through the window and down the ladder. I did enjoy the video and only recently discarded my hat.
The best part of the day for me, other than spending it with some of my favorite people, is soon to follow in another post.