Father's Day Love (or, Amy finally says something)

Father’s Day has just passed, and it seems fitting that my first official contribution to the family blog is a tribute to some awesome dads.

(This, by the way, is not Phat Tony but is his lovely wife, Amy.)

First, I will begin with my own Daddy . . . Donald Pierce. As a child, I think I was only aware of how much fun we had together, and that you loved me. As I have grown, I have recognized your sensitivity and intelligence, your work ethic and gift for leadership. You have become the great patriarch of our family, and the adored grandpa. I know that my faith in a loving Father in Heaven was first founded through my experiencing the love of my wonderful father on earth. Uga Muga Pals forever!

Next, my Dad of 11+ years now . . . Marshall Caston. Your example of strength and loyalty shaped my husband into the man I was privileged to marry. Your kindness and generosity continue to benefit me and all our family. I am glad we live close enough to have you in our lives regularly. I am honored to have taken your family name.

My brother, Chris Rediske. That there is no end to your silliness is enjoyed by your children and mine alike. Strangely, your presence also brings a sense of peace; I have always loved that about you. Your strength is unassuming, but invaluable to your family, and ours. So when are you going to move back to California, you twit?

My brother, Tracy. It is strange to look at my third grade class picture and realize how long you have been part of my life. You are smart and hilarious and I am continually amazed at how many ways in which you are talented. I am most impressed, however, by the dedication you show as husband and father. I see it in the choices you make, and I heard it in your voice just the other day, when you said “I miss my girls.”

My brother, Aaron. You may not have fathered any children, but you have raised some, and your nurturing influence is sensed and sought after by dozens of nieces, nephews, sunbeams, and countless other small ones (and no, I don't mean midgets). It is a gift, may you enjoy it, for my children surely enjoy being with you.

My oldest and yet newest brother, Christian. Again with the “not technically a father,” and yet having a place in the nurturing of my children. I am glad you moved out here, though I know it was a sacrifice for you, because you get to be more a part of our family’s life. We love you, my kiddies love you, and I trust you with them. And that is a higher compliment than I can properly explain.

Lastly, my strength, my soul, my Tony. I have so many reasons to love you, I cannot begin to write them. Long before you gave me my beautiful children, you became an essential part of me. I am grateful it is your example of hard work and self-discipline that our children see daily. They flourish under your care. We all benefit from your patience, your tireless work for us, your many unheralded acts of love. Chief among them: the repeated sacrificing of your own needs and desires, and the thousand times you have my overlooked faults and forgiven me. Du liebst mir im Herzehn.