Today I ran a half marathon. When I crossed the finish line, I saw my dad running to me. His arms were wide open and he had the biggest smile on his face. These are the memories of my dad that I love. I've run races before and in less time, but he couldn't be there. I think, for him, having the time to see his kids meeting goals in life is precious and thrilling. He, of course, calls these moments, "gifts from god," but I don't care what he calls it, so long as he is there and supportive.