For Father’s Day, I had some amazing French Toast for breakfast.
Mason didn’t though. I don’t know what he had, probably a bowl of cereal. I was in Hermann celebrating my friends 30th birthday, he was back home with Lina. That was his real Father’s Day gift, a weekend of precious bonding time for the two of them. They had a lazy Saturday morning together while I woke up to a lovely breakfast of fruit and granola before getting an amazing massage. He dressed Lina in mismatched clothes while I was busy doing things like this after drinking more than my fair share of sample wine.
After breakfast on Sunday I played find the gnome (I’m convinced there were more than 2) while Mason and Lina got ready to go bowling with his family (once again in mismatched clothes).