Fathers’ Day this year is a little bittersweet.
It’s a very beautiful day, with Anastasia and Zeke celebrating their ‘Daddy’, who they, and I, love to pieces. Drew is a wonderful father, and I praise God for the deep, selfless love he shows our children, and for the concern he has to raise them to know and love Jesus.
It is, however, the first Fathers’ Day we’ve celebrated since my own father ran off with another woman and left it to my sister and I to tell our mother. He’s since moved in with her and her two boys, and we see him only sporadically. So today is also a day of for a few tears.
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