It has been a wonderful Father's Day (even though I had to leave half way through the day for work). The kids all gave me drawings, or cards, or books--Andrew wrote a whole book in school about me ("I like my dad because he plays games with me," was one drawing). Sonja brought me gourmet breakfast in bed. Later, I had to pry Laura's arms off my neck because she wouldn't let go of a giving me a big hug.
Steven's card to me said, "You are awesome!" And I thought, no, you are awesome! I think of how draining this illness has been on each of us, but that pales in comparison to how it has been on him. He's had to take a lot. And will continue to have to take a lot. He is awesome, and the greatest Father's Day gift is that I still get to be his dad. What a privilege it is to know him, talk to him, and learn from him.