It’s difficult to wrap my mind around it, but this will be my 20th Father’s Day as a father.
All of those third Sundays in June have blurred together, but I certainly have warm memories of son Gideon’s everyday march toward adulthood. (He marched. I hopped – because of %$#@ plastic toys on the carpet.)
Ah, the embarrassing anecdotes I can someday share with my theoretical grandchildren!
Once upon…