I love Father’s Day.
I love having my boys pile on me when they get up this morning and ask what’s for breakfast.
I cannot remember much about my life before my boys, because I cannot imagine my life now without them.
My dad passed away in March of 2004. He and I had very little in common and as an adult I was not particularly close with him. It was nobody’s fault as to why this was – it just was.
I loved him, because he was my dad.
As my boys grow older I am finding myself understanding a lot more about my dad. It’s even funny to catch myself saying the same things he said to me, to my sons.
My hope today for you who are being feted as Fathers is that you enjoy the day – and make many happy memories.