I'm not trying to make light of this day. After all a trip through the mall is enough to convince me that this is an important day. I do have news for the retailers. I don't need to receive a brightly wrapped package to remind me that I'm being honored this day. Sorry, but every day since December 18, 1954 I've been very conscious that I'm a father. I love my children and they return my love every day.
Some notes in passing:
- I read a column by Phillip Morris of The Plain Dealer in which he admitted that it was time to stop referring to his thirteen year old daughter as "my little girl". I suddenly realized that I still refer to my fifty-two year old daughter as "doll". I should stop but she is a doll.
- As for my son, he could not have made me prouder a couple of weeks ago when he announced that he was writing a book.
- And deep gratitude and love for my spouse, The High Primal, for making me a father.