On this day we honor fathers, the fathers of our children, and our friends that are fathers. Without fathers we wouldn't be here, we wouldn't be who we are.
We wouldn't be here without our mothers either, but that is a different holiday.
I suppose we should be thankful for our kids, too, since without them these men in our lives wouldn't be fathers either.
How nice to be able to celebrate Father's Day and the myriad of June birthdays among our friends, with our friends and shared food.
And how nice for said friends to have a battery operated John Deere tractor so I could get a nice Father's Day photo of Grandfather and Grandson, doing the things they love: riding on things that move, teaching about tractors and John Deere, and being together. That Zaney boy of ours loves his grandpa, and loves to be outside with him. And if this sounds like a Grandfather's day tribute, so be it. They were Fathers first.
On a lighter note, as I was bloghopping through friends favorite blogs I found a saying that went like this--
Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots. ~as printed in The Hoosier Farmer
I'm thankful I have Jim.
Even if he does step on my carpet in his dirty boots.