I had a mini panic attack last night around 1am when I realized Father's Day is this weekend, and I have done jack diddly for my sweet dad. ("Jack diddly" is my dad's term for doing absolutely nothing, so I felt it's use was apropos.) I've gone into a feral state of "wedding mode," swapping showers and conversation for obsessive flower girl dress researching (necessary after J.Crew screwed us over) and second-guessing my glassware choices (probably not the best use of my time). And my dad has willingly crawled down that rabbit hole with me; his generous involvement in the planning of the wedding is a blog in and of itself, but let's just say this good ol' Texan is now well versed in the various strains of peonies. My dad is the best. And I almost forgot to send him a Father's Day card. Lucky for me, Postable exists...View Article
