if he was ever given a chance he would be the Dad that he never had.
So he met his bride and the blessings came and he poured his life out for them.
He ridiculously over-loved them.
They were in their twenties before they realized they might not actually be the best thing that ever happened to the world.
It's a fine art, balancing this life in which we are supposed have some sort of margin.
He tossed all of that into the wind and just went for it.
The soundtrack of our lives was James Taylor and John Prine typically played in the background of a house being remodeled.
Time was best spent together on a couch eating Mayfield's Vanilla Swirl or outside on a swing listening to him say that I was perfectly capable of making all A's, as if we all knew that.
There were runs along dirt roads and even then his words were like the wind at my back.
I don't think you can formulate into a pie chart all the ways that his love made us stand taller, how his encouragement made it seem the world really was at our fingertips.
Some things just can't be measured.
The deepest gratitude resides within me for the lens of my life is filtered through the knowledge of a Father's love.
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