I could write a post full of Hallmark sentiments and gush, but I won’t. It’s just not my nature. Instead I’ll say that I love my Gregory deeply and he is the perfect example of what a father should be.

Growing up, it wasn’t rare to have peers without daddies. And a select few still had theirs around. I always wondered what it would be like to have someone to call Daddy. Someone to share that Daddy/Daughter relationship with. My “father” skipped town when I was about five or at least that’s what his roommates claimed. And my mother never dared bringing another man into our home. She wanted to protect me from potential harm.

So I sit here in a rocking chair, holding my child (and phone) in bliss knowing that he has a wonderful man that loves him dearly. A man that is dedicated to seeing that his son becomes a respectful young man and perfect father.

Last Sunday, we celebrated our third Father’s Day as a family. Here are some photos from that special day.

My boys.

Cheeze! My mom’s side of the family shines through his face.

Here I go!

Floppin’ in Mama’s flips.

A set of toes.

Cake. There was dinner too.

Just a nice quiet day at home, but it was much enjoyed.