Growing up, if you’re lucky (BLESSED!) to have a dad like mine, you’re also blessed with amazing memories. And I have a lot of those amazing memories with my Dad.
We’d play catch together. He was always intentional about throwing balls that were maybe JUST outside my reach, because I told him I wanted to dive for it! Every summer, we’d take a family vacation—filled with the morning smell of bacon and pancakes, hiking up mountains together, playing Wist or Hearts before bedtime. He’d rebound for me when I wanted to get shots up, spent hours making things for me and the family, grilled KILLER chicken or steak(of which the