Four Great Dads

Happy, happy weekend. I spent Father's Day with four of my favorite men in the whole world - my husband, my eldest brother, my dad and my grandfather. What's so special about that? Well, my brother and his family of seven are moving out to Maryland. We've spent a lot of time and nearly every holiday together for the last four years, living so close, and yesterday was the last time I'll see them in a long while. The girls are seriously going to miss their cousins. My parents are in town, so being with my dad on Father's Day was completely wonderful. I don't even need to talk with him, just being in his presence is special. He was in every imaginable way, a Superdad to me growing up. My grandfather, wise and learned and fascinating, is aging gracefully for a man of 93 years. It's hard to imagine a time when he won't be here to share his great life-stories. And my husband, well, you know how I feel about him.

I was enjoying their company too much to think of taking pictures. The whole weekend was splendid, though if I had to pick a favorite moment it would have to be praying the rosary with these four great men in my life just before dinner at five o'clock (my grandfather's designated daily rosary time). In the same room, the generations of one family, still seeking grace, together.

Happy belated Father's Day to all fathers working to love and provide for your families. You are very much appreciated.