It hadn’t been such a great day for me that day. But I walked in, and there you were. You lay across the bed, reading – I decided to be nosy, I squinted my eyes, and found that you were reading one of my drafts. Later that evening, you spoke to me about the characters as if they were real people, and you completely understood where I was coming from and where I was going with the plot. You even compared one of the characters to someone on television. I was both shocked and grateful. Most of all, you finished the book, and you asked: “So what do I read, next?”
It hadn’t been such a great day for me that day, but suddenly, it was one of the best days, proudest moments – you’ll never know what that meant to me.
It’s sort of been on my mind, lately, that I don’t/won’t have my dad here on Father’s Day (may he rest in peace), but I’m so happy to have you here. And I’m overjoyed in knowing Thing 1 and Thing 2 (just kidding) will get to celebrate with you.
I hope and pray that the kids and I can make your Father’s Day as memorable as the rainbow you recently painted for me …
the little things mean everything.
We love you, and we are so blessed to have you.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY