Glad Fars Dag

We also didn't get any Father's Day cards in the mail before leaving for Norway, but we were fortunate to get to talk with both fathers on Father's Day. Our phone connection with Iowa was pretty poor, probably due to the fact that Iowa City's cell phone towers couldn't handle all of the calls made because of the floods. We did have a few minutes of clean communication before finally saying our goodbyes and calling Miranda's dad. Sounds like both men have been working their tails off lately. Miranda's dad has been working ridiculous overtime in the last few weeks and my dad has been pitching in to help clear out the basement of the University of Iowa's main library before flood waters swept everything away.

We both wish that we could have been with our dads last Sunday. Personally, I wish one of them could have grilled me a perfect burger that only a dad knows how to make, and Miranda wishes that could have happened at the lake, where her dad was spending the day. I guess we'll have to wait another year or two for that. Until then, Happy Father's Day. We love you both!