First of all, I'm thankful for him.
Then, I'm thankful for him.
He's my Grandpa. He's my Bubba. He's no longer here with me but I think about him every year on this day. After all, we spent the majority of Father's Days at his house, opening presents on the back deck with my Grandma cooking up some yummy food. He was always gentle, patient, a man of few words but lots of love. I miss him.
I'm also thankful for him.
Then, there's this guy.