February 29th: a leap year. When we lost my father last year on March 29th, I never even considered that we would get a whole year of 29's. Of course when you bury your goofy father on April Fools Day, you don't realize you will be measuring every month by the 29th or the fact that of course you are heading into a leap year. Now eleven 29th's in and I don't know if I'm ready for the next one. No one prepares you for the first year without your father. No one prepares you for loss, but also no one prepares you for the love you'll notice between strangers. They don't tell you how lovely it is to watch people grow old together and listen to how others fall in love. They don't prepare you for the love you'll see every time a bride and her father dance. They don't prepare you for your best friend singing with her dad and realizing how beautiful of a second family you have. Life doesn't prepare you for that but I am glad I got eleven months of noticing love. (at Golden Gate Bridge)















