To hop on the aforementioned wagon, I propose a toast. To our fathers. For good or bad, hopefully the former, you have made us who we are today and what kind of father we will be in the future (if you're a guy, that is). To my father. For teaching me to always use the right tool for the job (i.e. use a screwdriver as a chisel if you have to), to measure 2, 3, 4 times and cut only once. For showing me that it is never too late to start over and fix old mistakes. Thank you for the advice you have told me, the example you have shown me, and the encouragement you have given me through the years.
To all the dads I know and love. Keep up the good work. Never lose the awe, wonder, and joy you feel now when your children are small. To the dads who are soon to be dads or want to be dads in the future, find you men like reflections, barefootpoet, and sacreddiscontent and pick their brains. If they don't know an anwer, they can find you someone who does.