a bit like any other anniversary or birthday, the same photos tug at my soul. the same whispers of “thank you, jesus” and “blessed be” quickly followed with the ache for those who don’t anticipate tomorrow with ease.
this day to honor the men that created us. by body, mind and spirit, created and changed. by action and word, changed.
i am humbled by how easy it will be to celebrate tomorrow. for what i’ve known in the hushed tone-misty eyed stories, calloused hands across downy soft hair, passionate steadiness and laughter without consequence.
i’ve not been betrayed. i have been loved. i believe history. i have complete trust in the father of my children.
so you who have gone before us and for you dad, papa, opa, jerry and all you dear men who show the courage of tenderness, happy father’s day.
blessed, blessed be.