For Father’s Day

For my own Dad: Thank you for coming when I call. Always. Even on Monday mornings when I know you have to be at work and I call because of something stupid I did. (Like hit the garage door.) Thank you for riding Chunk along in his very favorite seat, up and down the street, when I know you have to be at work. Thank you for being a good Papa and for always forking over dollar bills.

And to the Father of my three sons:

I hit the jack pot when I got you. You are more compassionate, hard-working, and unselfish than anyone I have ever known. You never miss a beat when the boys are tugging at you as you walk through the door trying to get your tie off. I am continually amazed at your patience and your integrity. Each and every day I am glad that we are in this parenting gig together!

Happy Father’s Day guys!