Father's Day 2021

I could rhapsodize about Rundy for a long time. I really could. 

This baby-raising, house-renovating, land-cultivating, ball-juggling season of life leaves us bone-weary sometimes, so sleep-deprived that we wish we could go back to sleep as soon as we wake up. But Rundy presses on uncomplainingly. He faithfully works his job. He faithfully loves his wife. He faithfully tends his children. 

Each night, he engages with our children almost invariably from the moment his feet leave his car and they run out to give him hugs and tell him the day's pressing news. He helps with the menial everyday parts of parenting--the feeding and washing and dressing and teeth-brushing. He welcomes their (sometimes unhelpful) help with his weekend projects. He gives them rides on the lawnmower (now that they're finally brave enough to want them). He tells with great gusto customized, personalized tales designed on the spot to thrill a little boy to his bones. Every night, he reads to them. Sings to them. Prays with them. 

Not many children know the love of a father like him.

I had some normal things planned for Father's Day. You know, a letter from me. Stuff from the boys involving copious amounts of paint. But then Rundy decided it would be fun to take the kids to IHOP. We added in a trek to a hidden gem of a park near the restaurant beforehand and an ice cream shop afterwards, and it was the sort of adventure that doesn't lose its sheen for generations (or something like that). 

I didn't take photos of everything because I was too busy enjoying the evening with the rest of the family, but  here are some highlights.