Happy Fathers' Day.

If Joshua and I had had a conversation at six o'clock this morning, it might have started a little like this:
J:  Hello Father.  Allow me to wish you the happiest of days on this auspicious occasion - Fathers day is a day which I celebrate with immense gratitude.  Indeed, look:  as a small token of my undying love for you, father, I have chosen to wake you with the sounds of me depositing the contents of my stomach all over my bed.
Me:  The mere sight of you, my darling son, brightens my morning.  I love you more and more each day, and even now I am relishing the prospect of stripping the bed, putting everything in the washing machine, remaking the bed and wiping down the wall.  I live to serve you.
As it happens, there wasn't much talk at all.  Just me waking to the sounds of coughing, followed by wretching, followed by crying [his tears, not mine!]  On the plus side, he didn't get up (again) until his light-that-comes-on-to-signify-the-time-for-rising came on.  And when he did get up, he went straight to the lounge to play, allowing me to drift back to sleep again.  So, if you forget about the 5.30, 'my tummy hurts' and the 6.00 'oh look, that's what I had for dinner'(and accompanying cleanup operation), you could almost say that I had a lie-in this morning :)
Thankfully, the first time he puked today was also the only time (I say that with some caution, looking at the clock on my computer and recognising there's still time...).  He's been a bit 'off-colour' today, and even had an afternoon nap, which hasn't happened for yonks, but generally he seems to have mainly recovered.  He even played a bit of footy at lunch time (though avoided eating any lunch). 
Yesterday, however, was the other side of Fathering.  'Daddy, can I do some craft?  I want to make you another card for Fathers' Day' (there was already one in his book bag from school).  Whilst picking things from his craft box, he found a heart and said, 'I'm sticking this on the card, because I love you.'  Wow.  Life doesn't get much better than that, does it?
So, thank you to my son and my wife for giving me the joy of Fatherhood.  Thank you to dad for being an amazing father.  And thank you God for being my son's father, my father and my dad's father.