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The Yin
Praise for Papa from Allie
…to my yang. The Astaire to my Rodgers. The Bogie to my Bacall. The Ricky to my Lucy. The Daddy to my Mommy.
You began as a boyfriend and rapidly proceeded to partner.
Fate bestowed you with fatherhood; but destiny -- destiny made you Daddy.
As I perused the “For My Husband” greetings marketed for the 15th of June, the tear-spawning, over-milked quote from Jerry Maguire (in lavishly flourished script, I might add) graced one notable and extremely oversized candidate. In theatrical context, the line plays well, but in real-life, the implication offends.
You’re no battery, cog or missing piece of a puzzle. Prior to our first encounter, I wasn’t a partial person. You don’t “complete me;” with panache to spare, you create “us.” You are a pro-creator…which by its very definition qualifies you for this pending day of celebration. [Understandably, holiday card writers haven’t capitalized upon that rather perfunctory term of endearment.]
Father Time, Daddy Warbucks, the Boston Pops, Dadaism, Papa Smurf…recognizable all, but none generate a fraction of the affectionate admiration due our paternal personage.
You’re the keeper of the peace. The holder of my heart. The father of our children.
I salute you…support you…love you.
This Father’s Day, and everyday.
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