so this pop missed out on breakfast (even coffee) in bed... a minor oversight... but sweet gabel picked up the slack with his crafty "DADDY" banner, his scavenger hunt for a shiny, new "KING FOR THE DAY" crown (which was donned all blessed day) and his homemade storybook gift. we then raced to church as usual... making a drive by this time at a new donut shop with promising ginormous ham and cheese croissants. strike two, they were on the doughy side leaving something, like more oven-time, to be desired. after church prosciutto, fontina, & roasted pepper paninis sizzled out of thin air... i was so impressed with my masterpiece i willed myself into making others at a later date. daddy approved with a 'now we just need a glass of beaujolais." (which note to self he doesn't exactly like, but was referring to some red wine out there he does.) we then head out for a destination we may come to know well, the very awesome sycamore canyon cove complete with fire pits and dogs and very laid back park rangers who according to frank our new beach bud and sycamore cove aficionado can be bribed with brew. fire pit fajitas and roasted corn on the cob from the roadside stand filled our bellays; s'mores followed... happy place, population 4... oh plus frank and his kids. back at the ranch, a boys bath ensued and story time with the author and his homemade creation wrapped up the night and a most beautiful, windswept pop's day.
