06/21/2026
Being a dad is the greatest job I’ve ever had. (The performance review probably just says “he tried hard,” but my boys keep me on anyway.)
But seriously, I am super lucky to have the kind of boys that a parent can only dream of. They made life not just good but rich and worth showing up for every single day.
This Father’s Day also has me thinking about my own dad. He’s 91. He's still sharp, still in there. But the words have stopped coming the way they used to.
He was always the first person I wanted to tell the good stuff to. Something exciting with Ripple, a woodworking thing I was proud of, whatever the latest chapter was. But I feel that slipping more this year than ever before, and it's been hard to sit with.
To the dads who build things: at the workbench, around the table, and in the people they raise. Happy Father's Day.
And to you reading this, love your people loudly. Today is a good day for that.
