This holiday for years was just one of sadness for me. I lost my father as a kid - to heart disease, and it was just another day that I missed him in my life. The day my husband become a father himself, it all changed. He is an extraordinary dad, and our daughter is so into making the day great for him that it's just too much fun. I still miss my father of course, and it would be much better if he could benefit from his granddaughter's enthusiasm for the holiday too... but once again there is something to celebrate.
So today we went to his brother's (still not a dad himself but a godfather!) where we celebrated with my father-in-law. My father-in-law is a special guy too... he's brilliant, and was an involved, loving father in an era that really didn't encourage that kind of thing. So today in their honor we ate grilled meats, had cake, played wiffle ball and watched golf. Since all of us our Tiger Wood's fans today was pretty spectacular. (He just keeps pulling it out of nowhere!!!)
The very first words I said to my daughter when they handed her to me in the OR was "you are so lucky - you have the very best daddy in the world" - it wasn't a planned moment but there hasn''t been a day in the last five years that I haven't felt that way about him. He's a pretty damn fine husband too. :)
So honey - thank you for being everything you are.
(It wasn't all about the dads today either - today I taught my mother-in-law and sister-in-law how to knit. I got them started with some Sugar n Cream on a washcloth pattern. I think two new knitters were born today.)