It was a good one. I had a great card with tons of letters all over in crayon. The Kid told me what each “word” said, though I think about 85% of all the letters were O’s. “That’s your name right there. And here’s my name. And I drawed Mommy’s name right there.” I have to remember what name is where, because they all look like “OoooOoOOOOooo”.
I also got a new cd (Derek Webb), a book by John Ortberg (4.9 out of 5 stars at Amazon!), and a really cool black and white framed photo of The Kid and me at PickWick last year.
During church yesterday The Kid crawled up into my lap at one point. The preacher was preaching on fathers and Father’s Day and the such. She heard him and turned to me and smiled and said, “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.” That was probably the best part of the day.
