Father's Day is a pretty bogus holiday. Nonetheless, I am genuinely grateful for my three wonderful children. Good, smart, funny, well-behaved, teen-aged kids. I am listening to the sounds of them getting ready for church -- showering, ironing, reading the paper. We will walk down Main Street to church. The eldests will fuss at the youngests, and the youngests will do silly things to amuse themselves and, with a delay, the eldests.
I don't know what the future will bring, but this day, this moment, is the fulfillment of the promise.