Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, every story had a clear beginning… and a definite end.
But the story of fatherhood is different.
It doesn’t have a set starting point, and it certainly has no end.
Today, June 15th, is a special day — a moment carved out just to celebrate you.
Your presence in our lives, your quiet strength, your unwavering love.
We are grateful for how far we’ve come, and excited for how far we’ll go.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Went the clock.
It was my first day of school.
Exciting, yes — but filled with fear too. The fear of the unknown.
My father held my hand, walked me in, signed me in… and let go.
He handed me over to teachers I didn’t know — but he trusted them.
So I trusted them too.
That moment stayed with me.
Even as the days passed and I started using the school bus.
Even as faces changed and memories blurred.
That memory didn’t.
So gentle.
So pure.
So simple.
And yet, like the story of fatherhood — endless.
Here’s to the stories that never fade.
And to the fathers who keep writing them with us, every day.