on father's day.

when you come thisclose to losing someone, it's hard not to count every day you get to keep him close as your own personal miracle; it's hard not to regard him through tinted lenses, honeyed, dusted in gold. my dad is human and flawed and i know this, but he's also part mythical, a legend of sorts.

i'm finding it swell to have come full circle, to once again see him as i did as a child, so much larger than life. (also, my dad can totally take your dad.)

he has loved me well. he loves me still. and today i celebrate him.