Belle and I made an agreement when we started hanging out together. She's not my Mother and I"m not her Father. We don't celebrate those two days by buying gifts for each other. That doesn't make any sense.
I lost my Dad in 2007 and she lost hers before we met.
That's my Dad and I miss him.
Today, the kids will be over, like any Sunday and I'm cooking what I like on the pit. Sausages, brats, and hot dogs. I have the taters cooking for Ouida potatoes and a big can of beans to spice up for baked beans.
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