Happy Father's Day!

When I stop and think about it, it's kind of incredible the kind of dads Jones and Freddie are surrounded by. There's my dad, Jeremy's dad, and Jeremy himself, all of whom are totally top flight guys. My little fellas don't know how good they've got it.

But I definitely do.

Because of these men in my life, I get to take for granted that my boys will grow up knowing what it means to love God and family, what it takes to have impeccable integrity, and what a life well lived looks like. I am beyond grateful for the gift of these guys - for what they mean to me and for the impact that they'll have on my two tiny Pressleys.

We were able to spend some time with each of our fathers this Father's Day weekend. We started out in Greenville, where Daddy and the boys shot some hoops and, later, played seemingly countless hours of "Where go Jones?" (also known as "Where that Jones?")

This game has gotten totally out of hand, by the way.  Thanks to Daddy's willingness to play it non-stop when Jones is around, Jones wants to play it non-stop even when Daddy isn't around. And I'll be honest: as adorable as it is, it can really get on a mama's nerves!

To illustrate the extent to which "Where go Jones?" is taking over our lives, here are some videos and pictures from the (incessant) playing of it this weekend.



(in the car on the way home from Greenville on Saturday afternoon)


(in the car on the way home from church Sunday)

Even Freddie Bear gets into the act. He'll shrug his shoulders and make his best attempt at "Where ...?" and then hunt around the house looking. It's hilarious. 

Sunday, we went to Canton First where Jeremy sang in the Men's Choir for Father's Day. We then went out to eat Mexican food for lunch, and the Pressleys came over for dinner on Father's Day nite. It was a great weekend - celebrating three great men!

And, because it also happened this weekend, here are some pictures of that time we crashed Lizzie Gray's 12th Birthday Party.