School was out. The warm weather had arrived, and the boys and I headed up to a friend’s house for some outside play time. While the boys all played, I had some time to relax and catch up with a dear friend. It wasn’t very often that we had the time to just sit. Most often we simply dropped our children off at each other’s house and left with a wave. But today we sat.
Father’s Day comes and goes each year. It’s one of those bittersweet days. I love to celebrate my husband and the wonderful dad that he is to our boys. Yet, inevitably, at some point during the day, I reflect on my own dad. Our journey as father and daughter was an interesting one. I learned some of life’s greatest lessons from my dad. Our story is marked by a sad beginning, a turbulent middle, and redemptive ending. I hope you’ll stick with me.
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