To every dad who stepped into fatherhood without a roadmap, who pieced together love from splinters of their own unmet needs—this day is for you. In a nation too often echoing with anger, you chose the quiet bravery of kindness. You listened when no one had listened to you, offered hugs you never learned to receive, and kept showing up even when the thank‑yous never came. Your courage is measured not in flawless moments but in the daily decision to try again, to soften the hard edges the world pressed upon you. Today we honor the rough‑draft dads, the work‑in‑progress fathers who prove that love is an action, not a memory. Your striving matters. Your imperfect, unwavering presence plants hope where bitterness once grew. Thank you—for doing the hardest job with the fewest instructions and still believing that tomorrow can be gentler for the children who look to you for light.