Father's Day is better than my birthday

I didn't have big expectations for Father's Day.  I'm not huge into holidays, especially not ones in my honor.  I'm not embarrassed or anything, I just have always thought if you wanted to tell someone they're special, don't wait for a holiday.
Well, that philosophy is dead.  I want more holidays, just like this, in my honor.  My wife went out of her way to be spectacular today.  The day started out with me mowing the yard...OK, that part was my own doing.  It's hot out.  I'm not mowing the yard in the evening...but after that we went to The Westside Local for brunch.  Hadn't ever been there, but that place has what it takes to displace Potpie's as my favorite restaurant.  One of the things we ordered was 'French Butter' for the Waffle.  It came with butter already, but they offered a whole separate butter on the menu.  Don't know what makes the butter 'French' but when we ran out of waffle to eat with the butter, we just ate the butter. 

Biscuits and Gravy, Frittata, Hash, Waffle, and French Butter.  

We then went to Shawnee Mission Park.  Megan's intent was to Frisbee Golf there, but it was pretty freaking hot, and Milo's putt is pretty terrible, so we went down by the lake and lounged under that tree on the right instead.

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We spent a couple hours watching sailboats go by.  (Milo if you're reading this, which you're not because you can't read, we're totally going on one of those sailboats a few Father's Day's from now).

Finally, we got home and Megan had not only made a delicious lemon cream pie, but written a lovely blog post.  Thanks for the whole day.  If I'd know Father's Day would be so sweet, I would have had Milo years ago.