Every day I write about our life – our love, our girls.
I share without fear and often without censor. Today I falter.
In a thousand posts I could never begin to tell the story of dad.
This little window could never be large enough for you.
Enchanted woods, talking squirrels and brave young princesses.
Strumming on an old guitar, reciting Frost, explaining Santa.
Swing dancing in the kitchen, slow dancing by the fire.
Holding hands and steering boats.
Blowing bubbles and skipping stones.
You are magic, my spark and my hope.
You are dad and you are perfect.
Happy Father’s Day.