This has been a difficult date for me over the past 15 years since my father died.
I know it is a difficult day for many people as they sort through sometimes very complicated relationships with their dads.
But I found a new light, a new perspective today.
I got to celebrate, quietly, so the child would not awaken, a first father's day with my husband.
Ironically we both rose early this morning (more that we couldn't get back to sleep after the 4:30 am feeding) and talked, laughed and giggled like we hadn't in a long time.
With the sunlight streaming in, he opened his father's day cards and gifts with an enthusiasm I had not seen for some time. It was a good, good morning. Even if I had to rush later to get ready for worship.
What an honor to celebrate with a new father today.
What a joy to look in at our son, overwhelmed with love.
A little part of my broken heart mended today, as I watched the father of my son who shares his grandfather's name.