For all the Dear Dads

This poem is one of my favorites by Guest. It perfectly describes the loving father of our home and many more who go unsung and uncelebrated in our culture. Thank you, loving dads. Your impact is generational.

Only a Dad

This photo of my son, Samuel, with our little grandson, Max, made me think of the old poem by Edgar Guest. This stanza in particular.

Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.