I love my Father. I see him everywhere.
I love my Dad. He’s one of the good guys. In a white shirt and tie.
I love Arthur. He’s one of the good guys. In a kitchen apron, making bread.
I love my boy, Nellie Mak. He’s one of the good guys. With duct tape.
I love Superman. Because who doesn’t?
I love our doggy, Tenny. He’s a good doggy.
I love my brothers. And brothers-in-law. Each one of them. They’re good fathers and men. And could have their own fashion face-off.
I love the good men who show my son what being a good man is all about. Who do the right thing. And help my husband laugh and cook bacon.
And I’m lucky that seventeen years ago (zowie!) my husband walked into a college apartment and it was love at first sight even though it took him a few months for him to realize that. He works so hard for us, can cook like a master chef, and loves his children something fierce. He deserves a back scratch, don’t you think?
He’s one of the good guys. And I love him.
To all the good guys: Happy Father’s Day!