The sun had barely risen yesterday when Trent and Troy burst into our bedroom.
“You gotta open it, Dad! You gotta open it!” eight-year-old Troy and ten-year-old Trent repeatedly hollered.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. One of the boys was holding a small wrapped box.
It was Father’s Day 2011, my 11th year as a dad.
Troy had picked out the gift and so he was particularly excited to have me open the package.