Over the years my wife has done many wonderful things for me. One of the finest was that she trained our kids to welcome me home at the end of a long day at work. When our firstborn was just a toddler I would step through the door and hear her shout out “Dad’s home!” Parker would come running, with plenty of hugs and kisses.
As our brood has grown, the kids have continued the practice and the older ones have trained the younger ones. Each and every day I am welcomed by the sound of little voices shouting “Dad’s home,” the sound of feet running to greet me, and hugs and kisses galore.
The world recognizes today as Father’s Day, but I am blessed to have a celebration of Fatherhood at my front door each evening, and in that sense every day is Father’s Day.
I pray that each of my children will be blessed with as much love by their own children as they continually express to me. Kids, I love you.