Lunch with Dad

Back in the day, before all the grand kids blessed us with their presence, Dad used to meet or call me n the gals (who ever was living at home at the time) up for lunch. It's One of the many things that I love about him.
He'd be working at a site, with our husbands usually, leave and call us to go to lunch. 'Member those days, Lus? They were both fun and hilarious because the guys thought dad was at another site or at Home Depot when in reality, we were grubbing!

It's been a long time since that has happened. Once the kids came into the picture I no longer get calls for lunch, the kids do. I still get lunch, cause I'm the driver and dads too nice to leave me hanging, but the invite is always for the kids, boo hoo. I guess I can't complain, this side buster is still getting a free meal and most of all, my kids are feeling the love.

I was in town running errands with Jeremy a few days ago when dad called and asked if I could bring the kids to meet him for lunch. "Sorry dad, the kids aren't here, but I am!" Just like old times again..even if I was a sloppy second! ;)