I have a vivid memory of skiing down a hill, my white Squaw Valley skis firmly wedged inside his, my arms clasped tightly around his legs, freedom and fun nudging aside any traces of fear I may have had. I was safe and secure. I could do anything with his belief in me. Life was mine to push myself beyond my self-imposed limitations, and mine to enjoy and celebrate.
And that is how it remains to this very day. With the unwavering support and unconditional love of a truly great father - everything is possible. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
Happy Father's Day to my dad, and all of the fathers in the world whose love for their children is greater than any disappointment, anger, or ambivalence they may have.