Sunday, we were about to dig into a meal of pasta and salad, celebrating my hubby, my children's father and how much we love him with a big blueberry cobbler. So, as usual, hands clasped around the table, we bowed our heads to pray. My daughter (age 8) decided she wanted to pray. "Dear God, Thank you for my daddy and for this food. And ... oh yeah, happy Father's Day!" She looked up and said, "Cause God's the best father of all."