Last Sunday celebrated fatherhood in the U.S.Â Like many, I received the wonderful cards and accolades from my child.Â In fact, this year, I received the â€œhomemadeâ€ card, which made it even more special.
What was amusing was that on Monday, after my special day had come and gone, I walked into my family room where my daughter was watching TV ( a rerun of some kid show), Â and the first thing she said was â€œyou might not like this TV show but could you just come and sit with me anyway.â€Â As you can guess, I did.Â She laid her pillow on my lap, and together we just sat and enjoyed the evening.
Little acts like these remind me that time does go by so quickly.Â There is an old ABBA song called Slipping Through My Fingers with lyrics that state:
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time
Funny, that was exactly what I was thinkingâ€¦
Fatherâ€™s Day may come only once a year but what Fatherâ€™s Day is all about happens every day.