Last Father's Day, my wife was not happy. Thanks to my daughter deciding to come 3 weeks early, I got my first Father's Day and my wife had to wait nearly a year before her first Mother's Day. Not fair, claimed my wife. She had carried the child for 9 months and endured 28 hours of labor, yet I was the one who got the day of recognition.
While my wife can't complain this year, she did have a point. As a first time father, I didn't truly appreciate fatherhood last year. While I had changed some diapers, suffered through some sleepness nights, and fed my baby girl, that wasn't much of a record. I was a father in title only. A year later, and having avoided doing serious damage to my child, I can look back with a mixture of relief, pride, and satisfaction.
"Being" a father is more in the "doing" than in the "being." Happy Father's Day Rice-Daddies, and dad, thanks for all you've done for me.