Yesterday, we had a little family get-together for Father’s Day. The kids’ Grandpa stopped by which was a nice surprise for the little ones. We all had lunch and a nice family chat, and then it was time for Grandpa to go.

Later that evening, our 5-year old was moping about the house, looking a little sad.

“What’s the matter, Lauren?”, I asked.

Lauren looked up and whispered, “Well, I forgot to say Happy Father’s Day to Grandpa.”

I was a bit taken aback! it was the first time I could see she was thinking of Grandpa as a father figure. Perhaps it was just the occasion, or perhaps I was thinking of my own father who had recently passed, but I was really happy she made that connection. I gave her a hug and it seemed to make her feel better. I suppose it helped me feel better too.