Megan and Heather Made Me Do It.

Saturday night we went over to my Dad's for Father's Day. We grilled out, played cornhole and swam in their new pool.

Here is Jax with his aunt Kacie, not really happy to not be being held by his Mommy.and here's Addi. Addi got put in the hospital today (Tuesday). She was running a high temperature and is dehydrated. Say a prayer that she feels better soon.

Here's Jax playing with the puppies. They've gotten so big!

Here's me and my favorite little man and red headed niece.

Here's the first man I ever loved and the newest love of my life.

Now to explain the title of this post. I hate father's day. I really do. Father's day has been hard for me since my dad left. One of my least favorite things to do is to shop for a father's day card. I really have a difficult time doing that. But after reading Megan and Heather's posts about their dad, I felt this was necessary. No matter what has happened in the past, my dad is still my dad and I love him for that. He changed my diapers and rocked me to sleep, just like I do my son now. I guess you don't understand parents totally until you have a child. I pray that I never mess up like my father did. I pray that I never hurt my son the way that I was hurt by my father and the choices that he made. But I also pray that my son always loves me regardless of what happens, because I gave him life.

I've learned a lot from my dad. The most important lessons he's taught me is that people deserve a second chance... forgiveness is important... and there's no love like a parent's love.

Happy Father's Day.