I absolutely loved all the tributes to dads yesterday.
Who's the best dad? The dad who tries. The dad who is there.
That was my dad, and that is my husband. Men who try, men who are there. My dad was not always appreciated. There was so much we didn't realize we would miss until it was gone.
Isn't that just the way? It's okay, it's okay. Parents stumble, their children stumble. It's all just one big, glorious heartbreak.
Men who try, men who are there. Thank God for all of you.
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