I’ve always loved Father’s Day.

I think it’s an excellent opportunity to highlight the work that many men are doing and don’t get thanked for regularly. It must not be an easy job, and while some work harder than others, maybe it’s just the right thing to do to thank them for being there.

With that being said, this holiday has always rung in my mind a little different since I was about 22. I always wanted to follow in the footsteps of my pops. Having kids at the age of 22 was the dream.

My dreams changed pretty drastically by the time I was 20. There isn’t a Father’s Day that I don’t go without wondering when my time will come. I question myself if, by the time the holiday comes around again, I’ll be able to celebrate with a future child.

I’ve always changed my mind on so many things. Many dreams have come and gone, and many ideas I’ve had, I’ve jumped ship from. Having kids has never been one that I’ve ever reconsidered, though. It’s something that I’ve put much thought into in the first place. I don’t lose sleep over the idea unless you count all the dreams I’ve had of my kids.

The older I get, the more real this thought usually becomes, which means I spend that much more time thinking about this dream. Just two years ago, I thought it was the most for sure thing. That 2018 Father’s Day would be the last Father’s Day, I’d spend without being a Father. Who knows, maybe 2021 will be the year I get my first Father’s Day card.