As I went to get groceries this evening, I saw something that made me smile. It was drizzling outside, and over by the playground of our apartment complex was a dad playing swords (foam of course) with his son. The dad was decked out in black dress pants, a polo shirt, and a ball cap. Just a few days ago, when Lauren and I were throwing the frisbee, we saw the same dad doing the same thing… dressed much the same way. I mention what he was wearing, because in my mind I imagine this father coming home from a hard day’s work… and heading outside in the rain to play with his son. And I mention that we’ve seen him multiple times, because I also imagine that this is something he tries to do often (based on the number of observed occurrences in the last few days).
When I have a child of my own… that’s the kind of dad I want to be.
And fortunately for me… I had two dads that showed me that kind of love day in and day out.