Two years ago we spent our Father's Day with Zach, Jen and the kids, skating at a park in Fitchburg and playing in the playground and field next to it. We said we'd do it every year. Oops. Hey, how about every year from now on?
Gone are the days of skating whenever you feel like it. No more abadoned parking lots in Atlanta, jersey barriers, skate videos, basement skate shop parks, sneaking onto shipping freighters and skating full pipes, Louisville trips. I hope an afternoon like this makes up for that some.
Today, a perfect June day, we met up in Hudson and Rob, Bjorn, and Eric joined in as well. Our kids played so well, like kids can do. The dads got to skate a little without some little person hanging on, between their legs. We splashed with a hose at the broken water deck, snacked, went out to lunch, caught up on so much, listened to good music from some kids giant boom box, and returned home, exhausted, but very happy.


Once more, to my husband, Mike, for being the coolest, most loyal, and sweetest guy I know. Happy Father's Day, love.