Let's hear it for the dads

My Sunday started early. My dad showed up at 7:00am to babysit Molly so Jason and I could run a race. I left without saying "Happy Father's Day."

Later that day, I realized I forgot Jason's card at work and wouldn't be able to give it to him until Monday. I hurried through an art project with Molly while he mowed the lawn just so he would have something to mark the day as special.

Of course, I had every intention of calling or texting my father-in-law, but then got caught up getting the house ready for people to come over that evening.

This would not have happened to me on Mother's Day.

I feel terrible. I have such great dads to thank and I did a lousy job of showing my appreciation.

My dad taught me to love sports, to work hard, and to always tell the truth. Without him, my finances would probably be a mess. He thinks everything that Molly does is just delightful.

Jason is the most modern of modern dads. He does almost all of the cooking, grocery shopping, and daycare pickups. And he never makes me feel bad about any of it. Molly and I both know, at all times, how much we're loved.

My father-in-law would drop everything this minute and drive from Virginia to Chicago, no question, if we needed him to. He makes Molly laugh harder than anyone else can.

These dads are so great, they almost let me get away without saying, "Thank you." I know I'm one day late, but I hope the message is loud and clear. Happy Father's Day!