I quietly slid onto the pew next to a family at church that had a three year old daughter and an infant son.
I waved the finger-wave to the little girl, when her eyes lit up and she got a huge smile on her face and said with conviction and enthusiasm,"Happy Father's Day!!"
My heart couldn't help but melt as I felt the sincerity of her naive, innocent greeting, so I smiled back and with genuine gratitude said, "Thank you!" She beamed.
How did she know that I had tried to fill that role as a divorced mother many times?
Unsuccessfully of course.
But what I truly felt was that to her, I looked like someone who was worthy of receiving recognition on Father's Day!