My father was a big man with big heavy arms who doesn’t like to sleep with the lights on but is afraid of the dark. He doesn’t like to sleep alone. And he’d lock me with his burly arms like logs… Snoring logs. Now I realize how overwhelmingly happy such gesture makes a father. I always want to hug my daughter and son till I doze off. I know they are feeling how I felt then. I try to explain or control the need to keep them within reach. Some things are only seen when you’re at the other side of the fence.