Honor to all the fathers, who give or gave of their time and love, their work and worry.
Honor to the fathers, who set aside their armor so that young eyes can behold the shape of true strength and courage.
Those, who teach through patience and virtue, and allow themselves to be taught a thing or two in the process.
Those, who do not hesitate to drop to their knees to tie a child’s shoelace, wipe a tear, or enter the kingdom of awe and wonder so vivid to the young.
Honor be to all the fathers, open to discovering within parenthood the heart’s liberation and the secret to eternal life.