Daddy, can we invite my real dad over for Father’s Day dinner

not enough.

Like I’m falling short as a husband.

As a father.

Before I can respond, Lily runs back into the room.

“The table is ready!” she announces proudly.

Then she grabs Daniel’s hand again.

“Come on, Daddy!”

Daniel and I exchange a look.

He smiles gently.

“Hey kiddo,” he says softly, kneeling down. “Your daddy is right there.”

He points to me.

Lily tilts continue reading …