Today is Father’s Day. I won’t be celebrating again until I myself am a father. At least once, though, on every Father’s Day, I still think, “Happy Father’s Day, Dad.”
The stereotyped gifts of today are neckties and golf equipment. I hope I’m never starch-shirt enough to want either of these gifts. If any of my children ever read this, breakfast in bed and/or preferably ‘and’!!!) will give me a perfect day.
I’m off to church now, the only place I still call anyone “father”.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
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