Popi.

There is an old 1952 classic film featuring Cary Grant and Betsy Drake called Room for One More. It is a heart-warming tale of a family who decides to foster troubled children. Cary Grant's character (the father) is called Popi.
Perhaps it has to do with my family's history with adoption and fostering, or maybe it is because of our love for movies, but for some reason our family took to calling my father "Popi", too. (Some other time we'll touch on why we call my mother "Marmee").

I am sure that many daughters think their fathers are the "best" fathers in the world, and while they may come close, I've never seen anyone as brave, good, and loving as my father, Popi.
He loves three things with a burning passion - the Lord, my mother, and us kiddos. He'll come to your rescue when your car breaks down, will buy (or make) you a coffee if you are within earshot, and is always willing to stop and just listen.

He's birthday came around (okay, so back in April) and, naturally, we wanted to give back to him. Time spent. That's the way to go with Popi. Oh, and Mexican food. So, we drove to Seattle, took a ferry across to Bainbridge, and feasted.

Here are some pictures of Popi's 50th Birthday Celebration: