We are so blessed to have Chuck’s father nearby, so having him over for a Father’s Day dinner is a given. Bill and Susan joined us for steak and Chuck’s homemade peach cobbler, which I understand was delicious. (Despite being born in Georgia, I don’t like peaches. Nor do I like sweet tea. I understand that these two facts are enough to revoke my Certified Southerner card.)
I would be remiss if I didn’t brag on Chuck’s awesomeness. Not only is he a faithful provider and loving father, he’s incredible with his hands. In two days he built a retaining wall in our backyard, which has been in constant renovation for several months. This construction won’t be a surprise to many of you who know that Chuck built us a log bed (single-handedly) more than 13 years ago. But, I am doing my wifely duties and sufficiently bragging on his latest accomplishments.
Needless to say, I enjoyed the view through most of it.