Today is Father’s Day, and I feel very blessed to be a father of such loving children. How did I get so lucky to have three sons and a daughter who are devoted friends of mine? Somehow, Luke and Jamie and Matt and Annie came into my life 40+ years  ago, and in so many countless and various ways they have worked little and large miracles inside me. They have given me the gift of themselves again and again and again. When sunny days happen, it’s always a mystery to me how they happen, and why they happen to me of all people, and it’s always a mystery to me that I’ve been lucky enough to have these four wonderful people blessing my life for so many years. I’m lost in wonderment and gratitude on this Father’s Day.

Below is a note I received from Jamie today:

Dear Dad,

I have been a father now for almost fourteen years and, man, it is amazing. Right? Holy cow. We have created people (or helped a bit). We have been there for all of these unbelievable moments, both small and large. Being a dad is a gift; maybe the greatest gift that we could ask for: to witness a life unfold before us in all of it infinite magic.

I want you to know how grateful I am for your fatherhood; you guidance and love. You have always been there for me. Period. End of discussion. I remember millions of times when you were my father when I needed you. I can imagine what it must be like to be 76 (?). All of the reflections and memories; Joy, grief, doubt, and pride that you must be flooded with. I imagine that’s true because I feel it for my children and I am sure that I always will.

I love, honor and respect you. I remember everything and I will carry your words and ideas forward with me forever.

Love,

Jamie

Below, some of Cia's lovely garden flowers . . . 

On Father's Day, a memory . . . 

How lucky can a dad get!!