There’s still time to get Dad a neck tie, soap-on-a-rope or cologne ...

Today is Father’s Day. For yours truly, it will be another Sunday in June when I awaken early, head out to the back yard of the Kellar Estate, fire up the grill and toss a handful of mesquite chips on the charcoal in order to prepare a fantastic fatherly feast for myself and my family. See, on Mother’s Day, the kids are supposed to make Mommy breakfast in bed and the husbands are supposed to take their loved ones out to dinner. But on Father’s Day, especially at the Estate, it is Daddy’s responsibility to feed everybody. Something is not quite right about that ...

— But its OK, really, because as everyone knows, I love to grill and I love to cook for my family. This is because I have the most fantastic family ever. I am Dad to Nick, 21; Jaylynn, who just turned 12; and Jason, 4.5. Having such a wide spread of ages among my children I think gives me a unique perspective into their behavior.

— Take Nick for example. He has grown into a young adult and I could not be more proud of the man he has become. While attending school at Texas A&M University-Commerce, Nick also works for the Boys and Girls Club of Northeast Texas. I watched him ride herd over a whole gaggle of children during Fishing Friday, patiently handling his business as he and his co-workers prepared to take the kids fishing. I was reminded of the time when I took Nick to the very first Fishing Friday, when he was 6, and how excited he was at the tiny fish he caught. He was so proud he brought it home ... on a hot summer afternoon ... and left it on the front door step in a bowl full of water ... for hours ... just so his Mommy and Grandma Reba could see it ... or what was left of it. Nick is a father himself to a beautiful daughter, my only grandchild, Lauryn, 3.5. Again, I am overcome with admiration for my eldest.

— Jaylynn is an absolute treasure. She overcame incredible odds just being born and then grew into this beautiful young woman, who reminds me a lot of me at her age. Extremely intelligent, but often shy and quiet, Jaylynn can become an absolute giggling nut when hanging out with her friends; which, of course, she does almost every night during the summer, as she is actively involved in the Girl Scouts, so sleepovers are quite common.

But the best times are when it is just she and I alone, talking before she drifts off to sleep, as I tell her stories of when she was a little girl and all of the goofy stuff I remember about those early days. Too soon it is time to tuck her in to sleep, so Millie, our Spaniel-Mix Dustmop With Legs, can jump up on the bed and proceed to untuck all of the covers, just as she has since we first got her when Jaylynn was around 4 years old.

— Jason is all boy, constantly in motion. He is stubborn to a fault, intensely curious concerning just about everything, loves burping in public and acting loud and silly just to drive his parents crazy ... which he does a lot. Reading to Jason at night can be interesting, or aggravating, as he tends to make sudden and drastic changes to that evening’s bedtime story, alterations which he will insist the reader remember the next time the story is chosen, whether it be the next night or two weeks later.

And his talents also apply to movies. His all time favorite is “Jurassic Park”, obviously because of the dinosaurs. But as far as I can tell, he’s only seen in its entirety once, at his Grandma Reba’s house many months ago. But the other night, while trying to stall and stay up as late as possible, Jason launched into this detailed description of the film, telling me the plot, the names of the major characters and even — as close as a boy of his age could pronounce — the names of all of the species of the dinosaurs. Jason was entirely serious about the specifics, right before he apparently noticed by jaw dropping to the floor which sent him into fits of laughing hysterically.

— And of course there is Vida, my wife and the Ultimate Empress of Motherhood at the Estate. Thanks to Vida’s involvement with the Girl Scouts — and her running her own daycare inside the Estate — I get to interact with children of all ages, from morning to night. Recently, she hosted a sleepover party for a bunch of Daisy and Brownie Scouts. I came home late from work, to be greeted by a deafening chorus of “Hi Mr. Brad!” as soon as I opened the door. It certainly felt good to hear that at the end of a hard day on the job.

So, that is why you will be able to find me Sunday morning, diligently tending to sizzling steaks, chicken, kabobs, brats and hot dogs. Sure, it may be Father’s Day, but any Father is only as good as his family. And I intend to spoil mine as much and as long as I can ...

Happy Father’s Day to all the other Dads out there ...

Just a thought ...

Kellar is a Herald-Banner staff writer

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