There was a father-son conversation that several times left me scratching my adolescent head. I kept coming back to my dad’s words over the course of my teenage years for the simple reason that they were so contrary to my own teenage reality. I was so baffled by it all that I think I brought it up to my dad at least once a year.
It all started when I was a young teen and my dad told me how much he loved my mom. “I love your mother more today than I did on the day I married her,” he said. Then,with each passing year, he would proclaim how much his love for her had increased in the prior twelve months. I couldn’t figure it out.