Fatherâs Day takes on new meaning this year. For the past 9 months (and for the foreseeable future), D has been Sâs primary caretaker, working part-time and spending 3 days a week at home with her. He has been the parent with her at school drop-offs, doctorâs appointments, PT/OT sessions, ballet practices and swim lessons. He has also been her companion at the park, the library, the museum, the zoo, the mall, and of course, Tar-Jay. He is her book-reader, her toy-builder, her Trouble-competitor, her alphabet-teacher, her playdoh-creator and her wardrobe-manager. This means that for the past 9 months (and the foreseeable future too), S has benefitted wildly and immeasurably from having a father in her daily life who thinks she can do and be anything, who thinks she is the most beautiful and smartest girl in the world, who cheers for her at every turn, who disciplines her because he cares for the development of her character, who is so insanely proud of her that he takes the same photos of her at ballet practice week after week, who is Tiger Dad enough to make her stretch her brain but Fun Dad enough to haul her into the city âjust because,â who doesnât consider her too young to understand the doctrine of grace, and who thinks she is the best company ever. These are formative years, and S is being formed so well. She has the best dad ever. Happy Fatherâs Day, Danny.