Today is my dad’s birthday. And in honor of his birthday and belated Father’s Day, I’m posting an old post I wrote for him and in honor of all dads out there…

Perhaps the greatest evidence of age comes in comparison to those around you.  When I was big enough to walk, but small enough to need daddy’s hand to hold, the world was still young and so was he and I.  Big hands to cover tiny fingers were what security embodied looked like.  I needed him for support and he willingly obliged.  As I got older, my father would run past me calling me “slowpoke” because I would always fall behind. I remember our weekly walks to the neighborhood park where I would stare at his feet gigantic in comparison to mine.  To walk beside him I needed to take double steps to his one and I thought to myself that I would never be grown up enough to catch up to him.  No matter how fast I walked beside him, he would always be faster.  That’s how fathers should be I thought, forever.

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