For All The Dads

Some men know that they want to be dads – the-kind-who-are-always-there – dads.  Today is your day.  Some men know that they will never be as flummoxed as when an adolescent girl attenuates her irritation over nothing by intoning “D-a-a-a-a-d” with dramatic flair reminiscent of Sarah Bernhardt and Camille.

For every dad who first danced with his daughter by having her stand on his shoes (and there was a time when shoes were polished, but let’s not go there).  The dad who threw pitch after pitch, went to every game, and in an act of incredible love and extreme foolishness continued to try to impart guidance and direction to ears and minds that were destined to follow their own path (as it should be).

For Andy, my favorite father-in-law and brothers-in-law, for David and Bill and Russ and Ben and all those friends of ours out there whose love for their children (and fur kids) is so palpable I can almost match the beat of my own heart to yours.  It is a delight to honor you today.

And for the dad of all dads (at least in my eyes) – my own.  Whether I was hanging upside down on the bunk bed pretending to be dead (I was eight, it was a gag – it didn’t work), looking for grapes in a bowl of Cheerios, walking to school with you almost every day for twelve years (and then commuting with you into the city), or watching the unadulterated mutual adoration between you and your grandsons – you were an amazing, involved, funny, smart, occasionally snarky, willing, curious, surprise-filled, loving dad.  And I still think of you as ‘daddy’ – and you’ve been gone for nine years.  But it’s your day too – and I miss you and celebrate you today.

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