In George Strait’s hit song “The Best Day,” a son sings to his father:

Dad this could be the best day of my life.

Been dreamin’ day and night about the fun we’ll have.

Just me and you doing what I’ve always wanted to.

I’m the luckiest boy alive.

This is the best day of my life.

Last weekend, that song came to life for me. On a flight to Virginia, my 8-year-old son looked at me, grinning ear to ear, and said, “Dad, this is my favorite three days of the year.” Not Christmas. Not his birthday. Not even our family vacations. His favorite three days are spent with me, out in the hills of Virginia, at a small father-son retreat where 25 dads and their school-age sons come together to strengthen a sacred bond.

Being a father isn’t about perfection. It’s about presence. It’s about showing u

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