In two short days I turn 32, it seems that the time goes faster and the years begin to add up. While that is cause enough for reflection and contemplation, yesterday was Father's day....
For me this time of year is a time when I naturally begin looking back on the last year, and all of my years really. Taking stock of where I am, where I hoped I'd be, all of those questions of contemplation that are the examination of life.
Father's Day has always been a unique time for me, you see I've never known my father, never known his touch of comfort, never known his voice of wisdom, never felt his love for me. While that is a far too common tale these days it is important for the perspective that it gives me today. It is something I don't forget, and some things don't heal.... But because of what I've known, or not known I am able to better know the gift that is our children.
It was through this lens that I fought back tears on Friday morning at our children's daycare as they gave me the gifts they had made for me during our Father's Day breakfast.
In that moment I knew what I'd been thinking all week, what Father's day meant to me. It means to me that there are two things that I am called that forever make me the luckiest man alive, surrounded by angels who call me husband, and dad.
