Daddin': The Verb of Being a Dad

Most of Easter Sunday I spent alone, but as a dad and granddad it was full in rich ways.

I received photos from my two married sons showing off their children with items that this bunny sent them for Easter.  I melted like the chocolate in their little hands.  My youngest son and I had a combination Easter dinner and celebration dinner because he found out he will be offered a promotion on Tuesday. The food was great, even if I do say so myself, and then we chatted over a beer and cigar to celebrate his great trajectory.  To use a term that I’ve used with the boys over the years as they matured and found new challenges:  “This is big boy decision time.”

Watching the boys grow and hearing their stories and thought processes, is a gift and a treasure.

Later in the evening, I was going to send an email to a friend who is very curious about my oldest son’s work with Texas A&M’s student bonfire.  As I searched for links to send him, I came across the gallery when my son and I photographed a cut session.  I guess I had forgotten about the page of our combined photography efforts.

Today has been a day of gifts and treasures because of fathers and sons:  God’s Son who rose, and the gift that is being a dad.