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I fondly remember my husband's First Father's Day. We spent the day at one of his favorite places to visit, the Missouri Botanical Garden. It was a delightful June day in St. Louis, not as oppressively warm as it usually is on Father's Day. While touring the flowering gardens, an elderly woman also enjoying the magnificent colors and fragrant scents of Shaw's Garden approached my husband and wished him a happy Father's Day. Then she also told him his daughter was more beautiful than any of …