My dad was hilarious. A true genius, yet grounded and down-to-earth. He was a Chief Petty Officer in the U.S. Navy and spent much of my childhood at sea.
When he came home, it was like Christmas morning. Yes, he often brought souvenirs, but that wasn’t it.
It was the bright excitement of possibility: of being near the person who felt like the most special person in the world. Of delight in the silliness and laughter that would soon be mine to soak in again.
