As Father’s Day approaches, I am thinking of some of the finest fathers
I know: my four sons-in-law. Without exception, they are hard-workers, treat their wives (my daughters) with great respect, share in home and childcare responsibilities. All the adults in our family are child-centered, and my daughters and sons-in-law are committed to bringing up their children with values and integrity, working together as a team.
I have listened to many complaints from my contemporaries about the bums who married their daughters, and I wonder why we should be so fortunate. One from the East Coast, one Danish citizen, and two Middle American first cousins—each uniquely different from the other three, yet holding many common traits. In each, I see some of the sterling qualities that distinguish their father; my daughters must also have recognized these qualities.
They seem to enjoy and appreciate rural life even though they live in cities. One Christmas we gave each of them a farmer’s cap inscribed with “Hired Hand.” They have been undaunted by fence building, cattle round-ups, and working in the hayfield.
God has blessed our family with these gentle men.
