Oh, we had a great Father's Day yesterday. Neel deserves it (Not that my poor dad doesn't. He spent his Father's Day on a plane, waiting two hours for his luggage and then an hour and a half cab ride with a manic cab driver. Happy Father's Day, Dad!). If I had to create the image of a dad for my son, I couldn't have picked a better model than Neel. It's hard for me to write about what he means to me and our family. So I won't. I'll tell you about our day instead.

We played a little tennis and watched the start of The Queen. We looked for honeysuckle and climbing hydrangeas at a garden center (to no avail) and wandered around a sporting goods store before watching Callum scale the rock climbing wall. We cooked out and had pie. We started the day with Meet the Press and ended it watching golf. "Neel," I said, "we're getting old." I can't imagine a better man, or a better dad to grow old with.