Robert took Friday off work, while I would love to say it was so we could celebrate his awesomeness as a dad, sadly it was not. Instead it was so I could have a nose job. No, not rhinoplasty surgery, but septoplasty surgery. The surgery went well, and thankfully it did not come with the baby I feared I had delivered when waking from general anesthesia. The jury is still out on whether the surgery fixed my singing abilities, but it sure did improve my taste buds.
Saturday was a day to veg, I needed to have recovered enough to make it to Briar's Baby Dedication on Sunday morning. Recover I did, but in true second child form, I forgot my camera, err and a bottle. None the less it was a joy to dedicate Briar to be raised in the fear and adoration of the Lord.
Our Father's Day was wrapped up with a few naps.