I did the other night. We were sitting, across the street at Glenn and Nancy's house, outside. Another neighbor, Bernie, was there with her three year old daughter, Emily (it's a great name).
Emily had climbed up into my lap. She was very interested in looking into my eyes. It was sort of like a staring contest, except it was so much more.
The intensity and innocence that I could see in her eyes was profound.
So on this Father's Day, if you haven't stared into the eyes of your own child I urge you to do that. To look deep into their soul and remember how beautiful children are.
Happy Father's Day!