Happy Fathers' Day

To my father, the man who allowed me to discover the strength and beautiful in my vulnerability while he created a safe world for me and held the roof beams and lifted them higher and higher, to accommodate me. How weak his arms must have felt, must feel, to hold every unkind thing far from me for years, so I could grow to believe in a world that is kind. And all the while, higher and higher he lifts the roof beans, and calls me higher and higher, in my time. Happy Fathers' Day to the man who says I stand on his shoulders & believes I can touch the sun. Thank you for creating a loving world for me, until I was able to create it for myself. I love you.