“Your dad was present when you were born,” Mom often told me with a smile.

“He wiped my brow and held my hand, never leaving me all the while.”

When I was born, he hugged my mom and smiled from ear to ear.

He couldn’t find words to express his joy for the baby that now was here.

As a toddler, whenever Dad had to leave, I would start to cry.

My dad would hug me and say he’d be back ’cause I was the “apple of his eye.”

My dad always found a way to inspire me, whether about school or work or play.

Somehow his words of encouragement always helped me find a way.

I’m a big person now, an adult in fact, and my dad’s more precious to me

Than in those days when I was small enough to sit upon his knee.

Today is a special day for me to find cards or gifts that say:

“You’ve made my life complete, Dad. Happy, happy Father’s Day!”*

*Father’s Day = June 15, 2008, the third Sunday in June in the U.S.A; first celebrated in June on June 19, 1910, in Spokane, Wash.; recommended as a national holiday in 1924 by President Calvin Coolidge; designated as a holiday to be celebrated on the third Sunday in June by President Lyndon Johnson but not officially recognized until 1972 under President Richard Nixon. Other countries and religions have services, rituals or days that honor men on various dates, some official and some in language equivalent to the English designation, Father’s Day. (Internet)