Father's Day Special~*

I am getting more adventurous (or crazy as you may say) with my pose this time around. What can I do with the same old background , right? I decided to combine two topics in one post today because I felt too lazy to blog the other day, I admit. So here goes the outfit I wore on the weekend plus Father's Day special...Tada.

Shall we start with OOTFD (Outfit of the Father's Day)? I know by this point you are tired of seeing me in ruffles but bear with me...hehe. It must be my signature style (or my obsession) or something.

Onto Father's Day recap, I bought this card for my dear husband and even customized it for him! How special is that, right..right?

Fathers make the world go round as much as mothers do. Even though they do not do the exact same things women do for their children. Fathers bring in a different vibe and energy of parenthood and partake in raising children in different ways.

There are all kinds of fathers out there. From fathers who never change diaper to fathers who do it all, except breastfeeding. I am very lucky as two men in my life fall into a second category. One is my own father and another man is a father of my child. Both men are extraordinary, they go above and beyond, and always go extra miles for their loved ones.

My father is someone who I always look up too. Growing up in an Asian family back in Thailand, we do not show/express "love" as openly as families in the west especially now that all his kids are all grown-ups. We find it kind of awkward to "hug" or to say "I love you" every now and then. Expressing love should not be awkward but it is when you are not used to doing it. Now that my parents and I live on the opposite ends of the earth, it has never been easy. Seeing them once a year or every two year is a true torture. A phone line seems to be the only thing that connects and keeps us close. I know for the fact that I always find this comfort in his voice when I hear him on the phone. There are times when I don't have anything to say but I just want to hear his voice and I feel better.

One of the obvious demonstrations of his act of going extra miles in the recent years was when he traveled to the US back and forth twice in 2009 and 2010 to help me and my husband with our first baby. He stayed for a total of almost 8 months. People find it interesting to hear that grandpa is in charge of that. He fed, changed diapers, put a baby down for naps, played with her and everything on repeat 5 days a week for the entire 8 months. And remember this is a man. I can't even do that as a mother.

Friends, what do you appreciate or love the most about your father?