I always felt different from the other kids, because of it. It wasn’t my fault, but there was that dull ache and that feeling of being "different". My stepfather, who truly became a dad to me and put up with me as a teenager, died when I was in my 20's, long before I married and became a mother. I was older so the days of making cards and little gifts were long past.
As a result, I really never put much thought into Father's Day, even after we became parents.
However, my husband is such an amazing father he deserves to be celebrated. He gets up at an unholy hour to go to work at an evil time, so we can be together as a family at dinner and so that the little man doesn't have to be in day care after school. He does so many little things that it would take days just to list them. I am so blessed to be married to him and have him as our child's father.
I really got lucky you know.
We need to shout it from the rooftops what a great dad he is!
And...to put some creativity into it as well.