Hallmark Just Doesn’t Get It

I don’t hate Father’s Day; it’s the Tuesday beforehand that I can’t stand. I drag myself to the grocery store, trudge to the card aisle, and stare at the never-ending wall of cards. There are dozens, hundreds of cards to sift through and I know that I will not find what I need the first few tries.

What’s in your “Honey Pot”?

There is a card on my desk that begins, “Dear Dad. Thank you so much for continuing to encourage and support me!” And, there is a picture that hangs on my wall, “Dear Dad, I love you very much!” And, I have a box full of other cards and notes my wife and daughters have given me through the years.