|My dad and I, circa 1966|
Today is Father's Day. I cooked dinner for my parents, my husband and our bonus son.
We were together.
It was a good day.
I am grateful that I have days like this, days to sit across the table from my dad and hear his stories, with or without my mom's corrections and additions. There was a time when I wasn't sure I'd get many more of these moments.
Just recently someone told me that they didn't think it was appropriate to have a big, festive wedding when it was the second time around...or third...or fourth...or whatever. In their opinion, you get one go, and that's it. I appreciate the sentiment and understand the principal, but I chose differently. And at my big, festive wedding two years ago, I got an amazing gift. Father's Day means more to me today, because I got a second go at an incredible moment with my dad.
I'll never forget it.
And I am so grateful.
Happy Father's Day, Dad. I love you.
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