I could not bring myself to post anything about my Dad on Saturday. I was determined to make the day not the anniversary of his death, but a celebration of life and love. So I spent the morning at my first little boy football game (I don't have boys so I adopted my best friend's so that I could go cheer "my" boy on, he's QB1). And I spent my afternoon with Hubbie and the Munchkins. And spent my evening with my sister celebrating her birthday. We drank a margarita and toasted Dad and then went and cleared out Ann Taylor LOFT's clearance rack, he would have been proud.