Happy Father’s Day

Yesterday morning, as I lounged in bed, I was greeted by a smiling boy and loving partner who bore gifts: the lovely card you see to the right and a vase of beautiful flowers from our garden. Ray wrote the letters on the card himself (with minimal help from Amy). His penmanship is better than mine!

Following the receipt of my gifts, we headed to the Steelhead Diner at Pike Place Market. Loyal Readers will recall that this was our intended destination for Mother’s Day before Ray started vomiting all over the sidewalks of downtown Seattle (see Happy Mother's Day). Well, we finally made it with no regurgitation incidents, and enjoyed a delicious brunch at the neatly-appointed cafe.

Once again, a nice, low-key, and memorable Father’s Day.