Happy Father's Day

"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday."
—Kahlil Gibran
I spoke with my Papa this morning. The conversation went something like this.
"Hello"
"Hi Daddy"
"Bird!"
(Here I sang a very off key Happy Father's Day song in tribute to the days festivities)
(soft chuckle in response)
"What do you have planned for this special day Papa?"
"I can't disclose anything at this time".
Curious now and with the characteristic egocentricity of an offspring, I respond, "Why Dad, what do you have going on?"
"Well kid, I am planning on keeping my wife in bed and making wild passionate love to her all morning".
Thoroughly embarrassed and bemused, "Alright then Dad, you better get off the phone and stop answering it".
(Laughter)
"Okay Kid I'll talk to you later and thanks for calling Pretty Bird."
How else would my Dad celebrate Father's Day. He has a progeny worthy of the great Patriarch's and old age isn't about to slow things down. I love the old guy.
Happy Father's Day Papa.

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