I didn't grew up with my father. My mommy raised me alone. He has a huge alcohol problem and lives some 8h away. For now it's been a year without news of him, and before that another year, and before that some 4 years, etc... From the day my mom got him out of my life I saw him ... 5 or 7 times. At school when it was time to make a father's day project I'd refuse saying I don't even know where to send it.
I understand my mom's choice but I don't have a father. Father's day never meant anything to me before I met my bf. Now I'm blessed with an awesome father for my family and an equally awesome father-in-law! And I'm very grateful to have those man in my life!
***this post has no picture because my BF doesn't like his face being post. However I have TONS of pictures in mind that could fit ... from the one where he has Mariann on his shoulder (she almost touches the celling!) to the ones they are hugging for a nap to those precious ones where they are walking holding hands. He truly his a wonderful father!
ok, I've changed my mind and added one.
Mariann, around 5h old, holding Grand-Papa's finger.