Father's Day

Yesterday after the barbecue was over and Gene's parents and my Mom and Jordan and Baby Peter had gone home, Gene commented rather sadly that none of his kids had called him on Father's Day. Sarah, my sweet girl (I know none of you believe this given her loud and rambunctious personality but really, she's so sweet) wrote him a poem about how grateful she was that he was willing to be the father for her even though she is often ungrateful. I cried when I read it. Gene teared up and said it was the nicest thing a kid had ever done for him, and it's getting framed and hung by his bed along with Kaela's darling offering, a collage with a picture of her and collection of farm animal stickers and a little hand written to Daddy from Kaela.

Man, just when you think you know a kid they go and do something really amazing and remind you once again that we so often underestimate their depth of feeling and compassion. Sarah, I love you. And Gene, I love you too for being the kind of man that you are. Father's Day was wonderful this year.