Post-Father's Day

Yesterday, was my first Father’s Day. The first time I was able to acknowledge to the world that God had been faithful and merciful and granted me the awesome and huge responsibility of caring for my little munchkin. When my wife asked me what I wanted, I told her all I wanted was to get to spend the entire day with my son. And we did. We watched movies, we took naps, and we watched the thunderstorm outside...all sitting side by side on the couch. It was the best day ever!

Today, when my wife took my son to daycare, the attendant handed her a paper that they’d made in class. It was a note that said, “I love you daddy, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.” And the “love” was a heart made out of his footprints dipped in paint.

I had always seen these kinds of things in other dad’s desks. I always thought they were kind of corny, but the moment she handed it to me, I understood. It didn’t matter that he had no idea that he’d made it for me. He wasn’t even cognizantly aware of the note’s existence. But it was his feet, so that made it personally his, and that made me instantly love it.