...to all of you who've wished me a happy Fathers Day.
It will be, I guarantee.
How can I be so sure? (Well, BESIDES my ability to see into the future and predict events? That goes without saying, of course.)
Because, regardless of the weather or events of Sunday, I already know that I am loved by the two girls I fathered, and by their mother!
We were a FUNCTIONAL family. No DYS- in our household. No drunk Daddy, no molesting, no beating up on wife or children. Dad wasn't in prison, or strung out on dope. He provided pretty well, I guess, since we were all clothed and fed and housed.
The girls were educated well (mostly home-schooled by Mom), and both later graduated from college. They are now well prepared for life and both are successful and in good marriages.
My wife loves me, and I'm crazy in love with her (although I don't always show it as well as I ought and kinda take her love for granted every now and then.)
But you know, a father couldn't ask for a whole lot more than that in the "what really matters" department.
So Fathers Day will be really good here in Victoria. For me anyway.
If the weather's nice and we get in a round of golf... bonus!