Do not, do not, do not neglect to honor the mothers, daughters and sons that make this day possible.
I'll repeat a story:
My first Father's Day I quietly and gently got up early. I brewed some coffee, made some bacon and eggs, squeezed some oranges and warmed some formula.
I nestled my 11 month old son in bed with my wife. I brought them breakfast in bed. My wife protested: "But I'm supposed to be doing this for you!" My response was that I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate my first Father's Day than to pamper the ones who made it possible.
It wasn't entirely altruistic. I went back downstairs and was able to drink my coffee, eat my breakfast and read the Sunday paper without interruption. I was also allowed to putter in my yard without interference for the bulk of the day.
Fatherhood hasn't let me down.