Happy Father's Day to all you fathers out there and the women who play both roles in their household.
Today we are off to the beach. All our girls are throwing a beach party B-B-Q for their dads, my husband and my ex. Also Poppa Jack, their grandfather.
Yes, we'll be heading for the same beach we went to last time on St Simons Island. With plenty to see and do for all. Plus easy access for us.
I had to promise not to fall this time. Last time, my husband started to fall and reached out to steady him. After he steadied I lost my balance and plopped on my ample derriere into a thickly, grassed incline. No harm, no foul. Although I could have done without the worried, hovering of my SH (darling hubby). Two nice, burly men offered their assistance. Gotta love the south for well mannered good old boys.
But if the situation arises again, I'd do the same thing. They all know I would so we've set up a system where I am to call one of the girls upon arrival to the park, wait for one of my teenage grandsons to be escorted to the park from the parking lot. Not for me, but my husband. I can walk very well by myself, thank you. Another will carry anything I bring with us. The same will be true when going to the car to leave.
It's a far cry from last Father's Day when I was in the rehab hospital and my father had to drive 75 miles to get his Father's Day well wishes. I much prefer the fun and sun of the beach.
Well, I'm off to make cake pops and brownies for the picnic. Have a good weekend y'all.