I've posted this photo of Leif on his dad's chest when he was three months old in April 1975 before, but somehow it seemed right to re-post it on Father's Day.
Mother's Day and Father's Day always seem to have a sad component for parents who have lost a child. The day isn't whole and complete without all one's children.
I am thankful we have Peter Anthony, our first born, to be a part of our lives this day.
And sad that Leif is not here to be a part of it, too.