Our Father’s Day celebration usually always involves a BBQ. We also like to try to include some higher cholesterol foods to make the dads feel extra special. I am totally into matching the girl’s outfits right now and dressed them early so that I could tend to all of the food for the celebration.
We had roasted tomato and mozzarella salad.
My father in-law’s famous ribs.
My brother’s famous fried chicken.
BBQ chicken.
We drank tequila, margaritas and Skinny Girl.
My sister in-law brought lobsters from Long Island. We also ate BLT’s with thick cut Boar’s Head bacon, sticky rice, corn, and potato salad. It was just a steady stream of food for hours. We didn’t even cook the steaks because people could not eat anymore. No one went home hungry.
The lobster bib looked like a dress on my Baby.
The lobster bib turned into a cape for the Lobster Heros to save the day.
Uncle Chris helped the girls fly with their capes.
For dessert, a Carvel ice cream cake.
A picture of all the dads. From left to right, my uncle, my dad, father-in-law, and my Grouchy Husband.
As we celebrate fathers this weekend, I am overwhelmed with all that my dad has done for me and continues to do for me. He is the foundation for our crazy family. My dad is the most selfless man I know. All that he has and his time has been to provide for his family. I can count on my dad to do anything. In just the last month, he took care of all of the home improvements to make sure the house was ready for my sister’s bridal shower, drove me to Queens to pick up furniture I bought from craigslist (buying used furniture is a small obsession of mine), watched over the girls as they endlessly play in the yard, let the girls watch the same Elmo videos on his computer a million times, drove us down to Chinatown for hair appointments, dinner with my grandparents, or just to hang out. He is not a man of many words, he expresses his love by helping and doing things for me. Using that as a measurement, his love is endless. Thank you Dad for everything. Happy Father’s Day!
To celebrate Father’s Day with my grandfather, we go to Chinatown (of course my dad drives us) to spend time with him and eat dinner. My Gung (maternal grandfather, 公) has had a tough year. He has been in the hospital twice because of his congenital heart disease. I lived in Chinatown for a year when I was in college and seven years after college. I was a frequent visitor for dinner at my Gung and Pau’s (maternal grandmother, 婆) apartment and really cherish the relationship I have with them. After dinner we all sat in the courtyard of their apartment complex and watched the girls run around. I sat next to my Gung and we chatted. Our conversations are very simple, he only speaks Chinese and my Chinese is very basic. Today as I sat their with him I thought about his life, my life, and all of the sacrifices he made to allow me to have the life I have today. I will share his life with you soon because it was an amazing one. From the stories I’ve heard, he was not the nicest of men, but as his granddaughter, I never knew that side of him. Happy Father’s Day Gung!
Feeling blessed,
Chrissy xo