Here's to fathers who say yes to crazy stuff - say, snow angels en route home from Bend.
Here's to grandfathers who, because of their own sons' inability to do so, have stepped up to be, in essence, fathers to their grandchildren.
And here's to those who, in a similar vein, serve as mentors to children without a father in their life.
Here's to fathers who wear the camouflage in Iraq or Afghanistan or somewhere else far from home and, today, will miss their children even more than most days.
And here's to fathers who are safe at home while their sons and daughters serve in the armed forces overseas.
Here's to fathers who have lost sons or daughters, like the man who lost his son in Iraq and, I noticed, left a fishing lure by the young man's headstone at Springfield Memorial Cemetery.
Here's to mothers who have lost children, some through miscarriages, some through accidents, some through disease.
Here's to a young woman I know who has been a mom now for less than a week - and already watched her daughter sent off in an ambulance to Portland.
And, finally, here's to mothers like my dinner friend, who, though not blessed with wonderful role models, have become as much themselves.