A few monikers in honor of Dads:
Guardian, defender, protector, encourager, half-crazy, wise. Insightful listener.
Bandager of boo-boos; inspector and interrogator of suitors. Totally silly.
Slayer of spiders, grandmaster of dad jokes. Czar of the grill . . . and the remote.
Once I didn’t care whether I would become one or not. But then it happened.
From that day, life is all about those amazing people I couldn’t imagine back then.
Secretly, I long to be worthy of the title.
Dad is a treasured name, a gift from his child. It is earned, not given.
It is never to be assumed or assigned. Cannot be bought or borrowed.
There is no sweeter ode than the melody of my child’s voice saying, “Dad” . . .
In their own special way;
through their beautiful one-of-a-kind smiles,
for the rest of my life.
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