Happy Father’s Day to ALL the true Daddies I know, including surrogate daddies, foster daddies, adoptive daddies, step-daddies, would’ve-been-daddies, trying-to-be-daddies, daddies-in-the-making (pregnancy totally counts, if you’re both taking the right care), daddies who lost their children, daddies lost *by* their children, critter-daddies, in-loco-parentis daddies, fathering spirits, single moms and gay moms who act as daddy too, and whichever other varieties I inevitably forgot while writing this. HUGE bonus points go special needs daddies. Bonus points also go to daddies who are true, rockin’ daddies, despite having had only varying degrees of negative example, from their own fathers.
Most of all, happy Father’s Day to Steffan, that wonderful brand of Daddy who earns the title and still always strives to do more and better with it!
Every year, I try to make Steffan a collage for Father’s Day, of photos of him and Ash that have been taken since the LAST Father’s Day. (You can see a few previous ones — the first three, actually — HERE. Unfortunately, there are some years for which the creation or retrieval of said collages was/is made more difficult by computer issues.) I consider it a very good thing that it’s always hard to choose only as many as will fit. I also try to include a quote at the bottom which reflects something he’s heard a lot of, that year.
Ash and I are so blessed to have Steffan as his Daddy! I can’t imagine doing this without him, or with anyone else.