Since I totally embarrassed my kids by showing some of their “earlier” Mother’s Day cards to you all, I thought it was only fitting that I showed a few of their Father’s Day cards! (Actually I don’t think they were that embarrassed… I think they sort of enjoyed seeing them on my blog. They certainly laughed their heads off at some of them, so I think it was okay.)
For some reason, I don’t have as many to pick from for Father’s Day…but I do have a very sweet letter from each of them that they wrote to their dad. Part of it was, they were in a Christian school until the 4th and 7th grade, and since Mother’s Day comes in May, they made many of their Mother’s Day cards at school. Father’s Day is in June, so I guess when school got out, we let “daddy’s” cards slide. OOPS!
Here is a little note I found that Kristoffer wrote to his dad when he was 10 years old. If you click on it, it will enlarge.
These are a few of the cards given to my hubby on Father’s Day. With Kristoffer it was all about fishing and with Rebecca it was about the dogs.
Abbey and Angus were 2 of our many dogs we’ve had…
…and just the inside of one of their cards… I couldn’t remember, but Rebecca told me these paw prints were from Abbey, our black lab, and Skeed, our black and white kitty. She said they dipped their paws in ink and did that… :o)
Here are the letters I found that my kids wrote to their dad when Kristoffer was 16 and Rebecca was 13. We home schooled our kids and these letters were an assignment when we were studying about “descriptive” writing.
[The Scruffy Rebecca is talking about is the first Scruffy we had. He was some mutt that showed up on our back porch one day and was so haggard we didn’t even know he was a Schnauzer until we gave him a bath and saw his beard. Then when he got hit by a car, we got another one… he was the Scruffy you are all familiar with.]
My wish is for all the Father’s out there to have a wonderful Father’s Day. May you feel love from your family and I hope you get lots of presents and most of all chocolate… isn’t that what all dad’s want… or it is tools? My hubby likes both of those! But he got a new puppy this year, so no tools and maybe just a little chocolate for him…
See you tomorrow,
Blessings, Jeanne
Hi Jeanne! Those are just darling cards! We have some like that too, and I sure miss those days of the homemade cards! You both certainly have raised your children the right way and now look what you have—wonderful young adults! Congratulations to you and George for that and Happy Father’s Day to George and all the fathers out there!!
Thanks Linda,
Well, my kids survived another blog post their mom wrote about them! They weren’t too keen on the idea at first of me using their cards, but I read my post out loud to them and their dad and we all had some laughs and some tears! It was nice after all!
Thanks Linda,
I hope your day was equally as wonderful!
Blessings, Jeanne
I just love those letters. Clearly your children show the love and admiration they feel for their dad. How precious is that? Nothing on earth is more important than for children to feel the security of a devoted father.
Happy Father’s Day to your house !!
HI Jeannie,
It’s nice that my kids are old enough now to really know how much their dad has done for them over the years. We had a good time with me reading my post for today and talking, laughing and even shedding a few tears over it.
We had such a good lunch, there was no room for the strawberry shortcake I had planned. Oh well, later…
Thanks Jeannie,
Blessings, Jeanne
I think it’s obvious from these cards and letters, Jeanne, that you married the most wonderful father in the world.
I’m impressed by Kristoffer’s description “Peering through anxious brown eyes….” Did he become an English major? And Rebecca’s description of her dad’s hands.
I’ll bet when your dh reads your blog today there will be tears in his eyes.
Jevne
HI Jevne,
Thanks so much for your kind comments on today’s post. It was fun reading it out loud at the table after we ate lunch. We had a good laugh and cry together.
No, Kristoffer didn’t become an English major, but he can tell a good story, can’t he?
You were right…there were tears in those big brown eyes of his… It was good!
Blessings, Jeanne