I did not know my father very well. He was a serious alcoholic and we drifted apart. Then my son, Barnaby was born. There he is just a few days old.
By some miracle of connection my father's and my letters crossed in the mail. It was so much easier sharing baby Barnaby than our painful past. Thank you Barnaby!
My father died. And I confess to a bit of nostalgia on Father's Day.
Then Barnaby and Sheri had a baby! It takes a few divorces to manage it, but Emery has seven grandparents! We were all together to welcome her.
Life is so filled with miracles. I never anticipated the rich, wondrous experience my son has brought to my life. I certainly never imagined what it would be like to see him become a father himself.
On your first Father's Day, Barnaby, I wish you, Sheri, and baby Emery all of the love and joy that life has to offer.
Here's to the nurturing, protecting spirit of fathers everywhere and in each one of us.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!