You’ve taught me how to soar. To trust with my arms out stretched looking ahead, that I can do it. My dad, my papa rather, has taught my sister and I the key to life that’s more important than dreaming big- is doing big. And learning from doing, practicing, and trying is what matters. There were many afternoons in elementary school struggling over math homework with my dad. He always refused to tell me how to find the answer, but instead, helped me figure out how to find the answer for myself. Despite the immense frustration and angst that was endured at age 9, it has all become crystal clear at age 29. You have to do things yourself to learn things. We can all dream big, but to soar, you have to fly fearlessly and just try. If you never try, if you never do, if you never practice, your dreams will just be passing thoughts. One of the things that I admire most about my dad is that he is always trying new adventures himself- he is a carpenter, computer programer, runner, astronomer, clarinetist, woodworker, and photographer- but most of all what he has practiced and done best over the years, is be the best example and the best dad I could ask for. I love you Papa. Thank you for all of your love and support in this new adventure called Artifact and trusting me to spread my wings. XO- Leah
Happy Fathers Day to all the dads teaching their babies how to fly.