What a lovely Sunday, here in the foothills of the Rockies. What a perfect way to celebrate Father’s Day with the wonderful man in my life.

We’re so busy with life – with my writing, with our sweet little guy, with our dog, and with the general demands of everyday being – that it can be sadly easy to forget our husbands, our fathers, our grandfathers.

But it’s important that we don’t forget.

My husband is a wonderful man. He has worked an incredibly stressful job for years, having to sacrifice his music and his poetry – his true dreams – for our family, to get my writing career off the ground, and most importantly for our son. And yet, even when he comes home from the most horrid of days, he still has time to pick our son up and race him around the room on little toy motorcycles, or read him his favorite book, or pick up the guitar and sing him to sleep. He still always has time to give me a hug and a kiss and tell me that he loves me.

We are partners in this life, and Father’s Day helps me to remember that. In our modern times, in the very important struggle to raise women up, it can be too easy – too lazy – to make men the collateral damage of that struggle. Don’t let it. Remember and celebrate the good men in your life. They are there for you, so please be there for them.

The tear in my husband’s eye when our little boy said “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy,”…the one that I’m sure he thought I didn’t see…tells me that it means the world to our husbands, our dads, and our grandpas.

Love to you all,