I've spent years dreading Father's Day. 2001 was the worst. The first Father's Day without your own Daddy has a special sting to it. I wasn't quite sure what to do. I didn't have a phone call to make or anyone to visit. I didn't have someone to buy presents for or to hug and kiss on the cheek. It just kinda sucked. 2002 was better. Dustin and I were engaged, busy planning our wedding that would happen in September, and I remember thinking that I now had a father-in-law to honor on that special day in June. That was okay. A good consolation prize, I guess.
Then came Father's Day 2007. My belly was big and my heart was full. I was especially sad that we couldn't share the joy that was about to happen in our lives with Daddy, but I had a new emotion on this special day. The thought that I now had a reason to celebrate, truly celebrate, Father's Day again, this time with my husband.