Meet my hero. His name is Daddy.
A long time ago, I wrote this post explaining just a few of the reasons why I love him so-stinking-much.
Tonight the list gets longer. Because today my Daddy faced his longest dream. I won't go in to details. It's not my dream to share. And the details don't really matter as much as the fact that (today) my Daddy faced them.
"Facing" isn't a posture we typically associated with "dreams." It seems to fit more naturally with things we want to avoid. Like fears. Consequences. Disturbing facts. Ugly truth. But there is a dark side to all our dreams that is easy to avoid. Dreams are scary. They force us to move away from what is comfortable. Engage the unknown. Embrace risk. Make ourselves vulnerable to the embarrassment of failure. Sometimes it's just easier to live with the delicious ambiguity of our dreams than to actually take the step toward making them come true. Sometimes we've been holding on to a dream for so long that the thought of losing it to reality is too much to handle. Sometimes dreams are so fantastic and outrageous that we resign ourselves to the fact that that's all they'll ever be... dreams.
Like I said, dreams are scary.
Today my Daddy was brave. Today he faced his dream. Today he woke up and made his dream reality. I am so proud of him.
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