Day 30 - Father's Day

When I was a kid, my dad always made everything an adventure. He fashioned a castle out of large cardboard boxes so I could reign as the queen of Albertland. He made building blocks out of square pieces of cantaloupe and honeydew so that eating was an architectural endeavor. He loved any kind of creative challenge, even if it was simply figuring his way out of a jam.

This morning, after having Father's Day brunch, we went on the roof to admire the view. Someone accidentally hit the bag of leftovers, and it fell on to the awning below. My brother grabbed a box, and my dad, a broom, as they headed downstairs.

Whenever my dad completes one of his creative projects, or maneuvers his way out of a jam, he holds himself with a little more pride than normal. After rescuing the bag from a dramatic fall, he held his head high as he placed the food safely in the fridge.