to dad on father's day
Thank you for bedtime stories about real life adventures, and bad ideas that turned out to be fun.
Thank you for living your life such that, when I learned about your childhood it was shocking.
Thank you for stoking my fascination with the unexplainable, the ufos and bigfoots and ghosts that make the impossible possible.
Thank you for inventing games with questions and monkey men, and for Candyland again, and again, and again.
Thank you for Mikan drills and free throws, for running at a conversational speed, for trail etiquette and 'you're only as strong as your weakest team member.'
Thank you for 'how much do you need,' and 'just breathe Sarah.'
Thank you for honest answers to hard questions, uncomfortable conversations, to no and yes and always with love.
Thank you for March madnesses and August beach weeks.
Thank you for being there when they told me, 'you can go home now,' and I realized how terrified I was. And for carrying the baby, I didn't trust either of us to do it.
Thank you for wrestles on the floor, and tv power struggles, and pizza Fridays.
Thank you for always reminding me that I am enough, just by being there.
Thank you for X-Files and Simpsons and Star Wars.
Thank you for frozen Snickers bars and the always gift of the outdoors.
Thank you for home.