So I'm a day late (and probably a dollar short, I'm not sure I haven't looked at our checking account lately) but I was busy over the weekend. The girls came home (2 days early) and I was in Utah running the Wasatch Back. And I pretty much missed Father's Day. I got home at 7:30 last night and Colby had made the girls dinner, cleaned up, and started the dishwasher. They were watching Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Had it been Mother's Day, he never would have lived it down, but he hasn't said a word (maybe that's not a good thing). He's a great dad. As I get teary just sitting down writing this, knowing he will never see/read it, he's amazing. He's a hard worker and does it all for the girls and me. He doesn't (usually) complain about anything and does what needs to be done. He loves the kids and probably missed them as much as I did while they were gone. I don't give him enough credit for having emotions about anything, but ...