Growing up with Spencer as a dad was definitely one of the best experiences.

He was gentle and protective, a little scared and inexperienced but overall an amazing father. By protective, it means a little too careful. It sounds stupid, but he would not let you do almost anything he thinks might be dangerous. He knows all the risks and the dangers, even if they were a little far fetched and irrational.

Better to be safe than sorry, right?

His biggest fear was his little angel breaking a bone. He couldn't imagine seeing you in so much pain, in a cast or crutches and maybe even under anesthetics, in the surgery room, getting your bone fixed.

Just because he didn't want to imagine it doesn't mean he didn't.

And just because he hoped his imagination never came true doesn't mean it actually didn't.

He was hyperventilating when he got a call from your school, the principal telling him you had broken your leg. No other context. Dust followed him like a cartoon, that's how fast he ran from his desk to his car.

He got you crutches, he took care of your every need. But you took his stubborn attitude and decided.. you were fine, you were independent, you didn't need to be coddled.

He was in the living room when you came limping in your crutches to get some snacks. "Hey, hey-- no! Nonono!" He got up, helping you into the dining room chair. "Sit back down, you're hurt. I'll take care of you, we agreed on this."