I'm two days late to this lest I scare someone by being prompt about anything, and anyway, this man deserves a day all his own. THIS MAN, who showed up one afternoon when I was 14 with a broad smile and big bear hug and has existed in a heartspace exclusively his ever since. who, though he was already doing the work of raising three curious, complex daughters, welcomed a fourth – in all my highly opinionated and high maintenance teenagehood – as his own from that first embrace, capping a hole I didn't know was there until he filled it.
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