I'm the second best dad.
My daugther, Grace who just turned 4 years old on Father's Day, and I were having lunch today at our favorite Mexican restaurant, and she was missing her mom, who was in a class. Usually, she will, before the food arrives, sit on her mom or so close to her that she appears to be sitting on her. Well, mom wasn't there, and she missed her more than I think she ever has missed her, and I was close by. So, Grace asked if she could sit in my lap. I knew she was not very happy, so I agreed. She soon began to hug my arms as she sat there and then she said, "You're the bestest daddy I ever had." I smiled and asked, "Oh, how many dads have you had?" She replied, "Well, you and God." Then her expression turned quite thoughtful as she continued, "God is the bestest," and with a conciliatory look said, "but you're still second best."
Not once did it occur to me to be envious of Him. I am so blessed that my daughter recognizes that I am not as good as the Father of all. I hope that she continues to know this about me for the next fourteen or fifteen years as she sees just how imperfect her dad is. But, it does inspire me to try harder when I know that right now she places me second after Him.