I am day dreaming of backyard barbecues in summer. Washing dishes while watching my kin through the window. They are golden, and their father is our hero. He holds the sun in his smile, stars in his eyes, fire in his belly and only has love in his heart. He is as tall as trees sometimes, and protects us like his arms are an umbrella bear hug.

This is all fantasy that may or may not prove itself to be true as days turn to weeks to months to years, but I know I can put myself in the moment for but a moment and find that truth feels like a beautiful summer day from the comfort of your kitchen.