Happy Father’s Day

Nat drove up the Boulder today for the first time in a long time—we enjoyed a spectacular lunch of beef filets, garlic mashed potatoes, melons and homemade chocolate/espresso ice cream.  We spent time reminiscing and visiting—it was wonderful—today you would never know Nat is 93 years old!

Nat read on the blog that Michael was creating a “thumb” for the excavator and asked to see it in action.

My dear Dad has been gone since December, 2002—there’s hardly a day goes by I don’t think of him and miss him greatly.

He loved his grandchildren—here he is with Trenton and Clayton—Trenton turned 21 this year.

He loved plowing the garden with a horse or mule!

And he loved visiting with family—my Mom, brother Ross and Mick, the Australian shepherd.  I’m thinking I should have fired my hairdresser in the next photo!

And then there is my dear husband Michael—he too is a Dad to Lonn and Shannen—and I happen to think he is a good Dad!

So, Father’s Day with joy and with sadness—a good day in Montana.