Celebrate.

I am noticing how much "celebrate" is a part of my life. It's the most frequented verb by far.

Today I got to celebrate my dad, and that he is my dad. He has done nothing but get better since I met him 26 years ago.

My dad is the type of dad that washes my car whenever he has a chance, and comes and changes light bulbs for me, and figures out a way to dispose of my Christmas tree long after the recycling centers are closed. He is the type to buy me candy, or donuts, or sweet stuff, to make me a popcorn and ice cream dinner. I am so grateful for every silly and serious thing about him.