Nathan — A Southern Fairytale

Father’s Day Activity for Kids

7:15 AM ByRachelFiled UnderNathan

For the past two years, I’ve shared the funny, adorable and endearing Mother’s Day ‘My Mom’ letters from my kids

First from Princess in 2010

and now, in 2011, Monkey.

I realized while getting ready for Father’s Day this Sunday that Nathan has never had one of these done for him. He’s never had the joy of a child thinking you’re 4 ft tall, getting your eye color completely wrong or having your heart explode with love and sappiness over the way your child sees you.

I’m sure I’m not the first person to do this, nor will I be the last, but I sat down today found a fun and cheesy Tie Font and created one of these for Princess and Monkey to fill out for Nathan.

I *think* that I created a downloadable version of this. Print on white paper and have the kids decorate with crayons or find a cute paper from your local craft store. No matter how you present it, this will be something Dad will treasure forever.

If you’d like to print it for your own kids, you can Download Here

What are you doing for Father’s Day?

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Happy Daddy’s Day

9:28 AM ByRachelFiled UnderFamily, Grandpa, Nathan

Happy Daddy’s Day to my Daddy, the first man in my life and the one against whom all boys were measured.

You taught me about laughter and love and owning up to your mistakes. Thank you, I love you.

Happy Daddy’s day to my best friend, the love of my life and the father of our children.

You are the most amazing Dad to our two crazy children and your love for them and patience with them touches my heart and inspires me daily.

I love you more than words.

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Nine

12:46 AM ByRachelFiled UnderNathan

Nine years ago I walked arm in arm with my dad, giggling and breathless and excited.

I couldn’t wait to get to the end of that aisle, to you, my soon-to-be husband, the man that had chosen me.

Nine years ago I laughed as the pastor repeated; “They both said, ‘I Do‘” I snorted and rolled my eyes as our nephew rode the rail during the songs and played tic-tac-toe with the pastor during the candle lighting.

I sighed and rolled my eyes with you and giggled when the darn unity candles refused to stay lit.

I was able to laugh at the bridesmaids bouquet debacle and the candles and the ring-bearer and all of those other things not being perfection, because of you.

Because even then, I knew that the wedding was just the ceremony. The wedding was the not so intimate moment of beauty and power and ceremony that we shared with our friends and family but, it was.. it is.. the marriage that defines us and truly matters.

Nine Years have passed since we shared our first kiss as man and wife

Nine years later, I still get butterflies.

Nine years later, you can still make me feel like the giddy 20 year old standing by the frozen San Marcos river, with the ice shining in the trees like diamonds in the moonlight as you held my hand, looked deep in my eyes and changed my life forever by telling me that you wanted me, only me.

Nine years later I still remember the moment you slipped the ring on my swollen, lime green cast decorated hand and told me that “No, I’m not kidding. Will. you. Marry. Me?”

I also remember failing my final the next day.

I remember our first house, our second house, our third house each one was made a home because we were there, together.