Not until they applied to me, not until someone directed those three words to me, did I truly appreciate how much they meant. From Friday through Sunday, everyone from co-workers to close friends, from people passing by in the park to the people who are nearest and dearest to me, wished me these three words.
"Happy Father's Day."
Every time, even if I shrugged them off with a quick "thanks," these three words sent a flurry of memories surging through my mind. In turn, those images from my brief tenure as a dad would make me smile on the inside, sometimes on the outside. Occasionally, I'd get chills. We've all said or heard those three words thousands of times. They now carry a whole new meaning to me:.
|She wore her great-grandmother's dress|
I enjoyed the simple things: my wife graciously did most of the straightening up after our guests left. She allowed me to take my daily 15-minute power nap without argument. She didn't even haggle for a second when I asked if it would be alright if we watched the Yankees at night. Not a single, "What else is on?" She's the best. I can't say it enough.
She also played along for the past month with my childish fascination with the greatest fun fact that we learned during Christening class. Did you know that any Catholic can perform a baptism? How cool is that? All you need is some water and a sign of the cross. I'm surprised there isn't a free-for-all of transformations occurring in public more often.
|We decided on the traditional Baptism|
Ever since I learned that fact, it's taken all of my willpower NOT to baptize my daughter with the sprayer from the kitchen sink as she's sitting on the counter in her little pod seat. Just a squirt and some hand motions, and we could have avoided all of that expense and energy. But no.
And yes, that was the ONE thing I took from our parents' class in preparation for our daughter's journey in faith. That I can saunter through Times Square on a random Tuesday armed with a fully-loaded super soaker and in a flash, sign people up for the church en masse.
|Me & my girls, Father's Day morning|
God Bless my daughter, always. And thank you, sweetheart, for making Father's Day mean so much more.