I couldn’t hold back the tears.
At church this morning, they played video clips of fathers from church.
Each father, face-to-face, with one child.
Some of the children were grown adults.
Some were much younger.
Each child asked the question:
“What makes you proud of me?”
My eyes filled with tears watching the raw, real emotion on all their faces when the Dad answered that powerful question.
I thought of my Dad and how he taught me the value of being honest, sincere and hard-working.
I thought of my lack of patience with the kids.
I thought of how much joy these two angels bring me when we wrestle, go swimming, take bike rides, go to the park, have popcorn movies, or play Uno.
I thought of how I cherish the 15 days/mo I get with them each month, but dread the days I can’t tuck them into bed.
I thought of what I could have done different with their Mom, so we could all be a family. It’s the one thing I wanted more than anything in this life — a family.
I thought of the struggles of co-parenting, or the argument her & I got into at 7:45 this morning as she dropped the kids off.
I thought of the water balloon fight I promised them later today.
And the trip to Dunkin Donuts after church.
I thought of the sweet text I received from a close friend right before service.
I thought of dinner and the golf cart ride at my parents this evening.
Then Bob Carlisle walked on stage.
He’s the guy that wrote the tear jerker of a song, Butterfly Kisses.
His son beside him.
They played that song and the water in my eyes turned into full-on tears running down my face.
I hadn’t cried in public like that since my friend Josh’s funeral in 2006.
I got in my feels today.
NEVER forget how big of a role we play. Regardless of what society tries to jam down our throats.
I hope you enjoyed your day with the ones you love.
I know I did.
Happy Father’s Day, my brothers!!
A Dadpreneur, a marketing strategist, a horrendous fantasy football player, a dreadful golfer, a cheeseburger connoisseur and a wastebucket full of useless sports knowledge.