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Fatherhood isn’t just about biology—it’s about being there. It’s the steady presence, the quiet strength, the lessons passed down through simple moments: tying a shoelace, learning to cast a fishing line, or that first wobble down the sidewalk without training wheels.
Today, we celebrate fathers of all kinds. The ones who show up day in and day out. The stepdads who step in without skipping a beat. The grandfathers who fill in the gaps. The uncles, coaches, big brothers, and mentors who help raise the next generation with patience and love.
Some folks grow up never knowing the kind of father who sticks around—and I carry that truth close, especially knowing half of my own children didn’t get that kind of father figure in their lives. It’s a reminder that having a present, loving father is not something to take for granted.
That’s why I’m forever grateful for the man I got to call Daddy. He taught me how to ride a bike, how to fish, and how to stand on my own. His presence shaped who I became, and I know how rare that gift is.
And now, as I look at my four boys—grown men who’ve stepped into fatherhood with strength and pride—I see that same love being passed on. Each of them makes me proud, not just as their mama, but as a woman who believes deeply in the power of a good father.
Happy Father’s Day to every man out there doing his best. And with all my heart, Happy Father’s Day to my Daddy and to my four boys—thank you for being the kind of men worth celebrating.