vegan waffles topped with coconut whipped cream…. yes. so good. and of course berries and tropical fruit.
mango fields of gold and green.
rules: don’t take home. &if it’s on the ground, you can eat it.
Our first fathers day with Alex as a family. Maybe not the most “normal” way to have things, but it didn’t feel weird or strange to us that this was finally our first time celebrating father’s day together. It flowed just the right amount into M growing and finally being old enough to yell, “happy daddy’s day!”
We kept things close to home: food, farms, and yard work. M woke me up bright and early by a tap on the cheek asking “where’s the card, mama?” I quickly jumped out of bed, shh’ed her a bit and said “come on, let’s be quiet out here.” We let Alex sleep in while we made a third card (the second being on the envelop of the first) and made breakfast. For father’s day we wanted to get Alex a few things: waffles, cookies, and pizza—obviously we know the best things to get people. The waffle maker made the most sense as a gift. I made waffles, cut up fruit, and made my first batch of coconut milk whipped cream. I made coffee and we marched into the room to wake the man up to a sugar feast. We then got dressed for the day and headed south to a place very familiar to us, Homestead. The land of farms, more farms, mangoes, more mangoes, fruitshakes, and large fields of grass. It was nice going back to a place where Alex and I used to spend our time, but this weekend, many years later, with our little one in tow. It felt right for fathers day, the three of us covered in mango juice at fruit and spice park, tromping around in sticky hot fields. Afterwards, because we just couldn’t get enough of Mexico, we headed even further south to the mostly (completely? I think completely) Mexican based flea market for a taco lunch. Covered in dirt and grime, we headed to Miami for popsicles and coffee, before making the trek home to much needed baths and showers.
The next day, we spent about a total of 7 hours outside in the 90 (plus) degree heat working on the yard. We breaked for…. you guessed it, a taco lunch, and headed back outside to clear our space. Every time I work on the yard I think, how much more time can I spend on this place and have it looking exactly the same? For someone outside, nothing looks different or changes. For me, those hours mean piles and piles of roots, trees, and branches, that have been removed for the dream yard we are planning for our family.
It was an easy weekend here. A quiet one. A sweaty, sticky, dirty, and incredibly enjoyable one. Our time with Alex is always a good one. Our time being able to love him, celebrate him, and his presence in our family and his importance to Marlowe? Even better. We love him. He is a really incredible and loving dad and I think I can easily speak for Marlowe (and myself) when I say, we’re really grateful to have him here.
I’ve already wished them myself, of course, but happy father’s day to my dad, my step dad, my big-little brother Mark…. and of course, Alex.
M’s outfit day one – bonnet c/o urbanbabybonnets. dress: gift from ecuador.
M’s outfit day two – boots: hunter. dress: american apparel.