The Dads in My Life

First, a confession: I didn't realize it was Father's Day until church (online, of course, since what could be better than going to church in your pajamas?).

But to my point, today is Father's Day. And I have two really awesome examples of dads: my own dad, and my husband.

First, my dad. One of my earliest memories is of a game my dad used to play when he came home from work. He would hide behind a wall by the front door, and I would go find him, delighted that my daddy was home. We both loved our little game.

My parents divorced when I was ten, but both my parents worked very hard to minimize the impact on my sister and me. For several years, my dad stayed in the same town, but even when he moved away, he called every Saturday morning at 10am. We could always count on hearing our Daddy's voice every week.

Now that I'm all grown up (Snort! Does that ever really happen?), my dad and I are still close. We live in different cities, but we like to stay close by phone and email often. His social life is as busy as mine, which keeps him young. Many of my friends have met him, and they all love him. I'm proud to call him my Daddy, and I love him.

When I married, I was too young to know what I was doing, but somehow (and I'm gonna have to go with "grace of God" here) I ended up with a man who loves me and our two sons madly. I can hear the snorts of derision from our younger son now, but it's true. He's not as good at showing his love verbally as I am, but he serves us with his actions every day. Right now, he's downstairs doing laundry. He's stuck with us, doing his best with the crazy in our world, for over 20 years, and I love him.

Happy Father's Day to my favorite dads -- and to my brother-in-law too, who is an awesome husband to my sister and an amazing dad to my nephew and niece. You men are the best!