Dads

Am visiting my youngest child this morning—in his own town, in his own house, with his own family—and it has me thinking.

About times with my dad when I was Jeremy’s age.

We’d sit out by the pool in Phoenix in the early morning, Dad with his coffee and me, well I never developed the taste.

Jeremy did.

And I’d feel relief. Because I was on vacation. Because we had someone to help watch kids.

But mostly because Dad was there. And dads take care of us. They make everything better.

At least that’s what we hope for, what we dads strive for.

So my prayer is that both Jeremy and his dad will be as good at it as my dad was.

Watching him with James, I’d say he’s off to a good start.