proof in the shape of balloons

proof in the shape of balloons

June 16, 2025

A T-Rex.  
A Triceratops.  
A smiley sun.  

And more love than the balloons could carry.  

I didn’t expect balloons,  
but they floated in anyway.  
Proof.  

Proof that he sees me.  
That she sees me.  
That I’m not just doing this.  
I’m living it.  

Some strings hang just low enough  
for him to step onto my lap,  
climb up my torso,  
and barely touch them.  

I’m learning how to be the father,  
the human Everest  
I didn’t know,  
but always needed.  

Not just here.  
Rooted.  
Living it.  

Happy Father’s Day  
to the luckiest one here.