Last year, I wrote a tribute to my father.
Lessons that he taught me. It only scratched the surface.
This year let me offer a different perspective.
I never had any children. However, I have three sons I love more than I can express in words.
Justin, Joshua and Jonathan were all fathered by another. For better or worse, he had another agenda, which allowed me an opportunity to enter the lives of three unhappy teenage boys.
Without reservation, I claim all three of them as my sons. It is a rare circumstance when I explain that I am their stepfather. However, as I did not have the privilege of attending their birth, while they are my sons, I don't really feel like they should claim me as their father.
There is no way around it. Three teenage boys can create stress. However, now they are all grown men who make me proud at every turn.
Every year, I never cease to be amazed that they claim me as their father. Every year, they give me cards and gifts. At every turn, they volunteer to help with my projects. They never waiver in giving their love, showing it in actions rather than words.
This year, they did it again. Yet again, they left me misty eyed. (Men don't cry!)
I wish that there was a way for them to truly experience the love and respect that I have for them.
Often, the fewer words, the more profound the statement. Words are failing me. I leave it with:
I love you Justin, Joshua and Jonathan.
Thanks for yet another profoundly wonderful Father's Day.