This was the first year that we all, my Dad, brother, sister and I, wouldn't be together. Things have changed, Erica is now a Mummy and Fathers day is to be spent with her new family. That doesn't mean we aren't altogether at some point in the day, we just don't have our usual family dinner. So James (my brother) and I took it upon ourselves to cook up a scrummy meal for our Dad - a yummy vine ripened tomato and mozerella salad, followed by lemon chicken risotto and finished with fresh strawberries and raspberries. It was delish!
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about my family. I miss my Mum terribly and all the amazing things we used to do as a family, but I'm always grateful for the memories. I didn't take any photos this weekend, so here are a couple that mean a lot to me!
|My Mum and Dad, both looking happy (and cold) at our favourite park.|
|One of my favourite tattoos (my Dad may hate them but he'll always be there)|