Happy Heavenly Father’s Day to two of the best. Being an adoptee, I was lucky enough to have two great dads. Bob, who raised me, would’ve turned 90 today on the summer solstice. He died much too young at the age of 52, when I was 24 and just getting to know him as an adult. And Jack, the birth father I didn’t find until I was in my 30s. We spent 20 years getting to know each other and bonding over beer. It’s a whole story. He died last year at the age of 80. Miss them both. Happy Father’s Day to all the good ones. 💕