I didn’t really realize my father’s role in my life until I was at least 22. (Sorry it took so long, Dad!) It was so everyday, so simple oftentimes, that I took it for granted. But, the everyday things matter because it’s the everyday things that mean that, all tolled, I was and am cared for every day.
Growing up, Dad would let me play at putting plastic hair clips in his hair — even though he didn’t even have a whole lot of hair to speak of.
Dad could rip off Band-Aids just right and make the world’s best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
He would take me to the library on Saturdays and go get lost in the basement while I got lost in the children’s section.