You know how life sometimes throws you a curveball, and you’re left clutching at anything that might give you some comfort—or heck, even a bit of hope? That’s me right now. We’re dealing with something in the family, and while I’m trying to keep my cool, I know I need all the help I can get to stay in a good headspace. Cue the most random yet cosmic gift from the universe: all the Superman movies streaming on Max. From Christopher Reeve’s classic charm to Brandon Routh’s nostalgia trip and Henry Cavill’s brooding biceps—every single one.

Superman has always been my ultimate favorite. Like, if someone asked me, “Which superhero would you marry?” the answer is a no-brainer. Sorry, Batman—you’re cool, but I’m here for the alien farm boy who can lift planets and still has time to rescue cats from trees. Watching those movies brought me back to simpler times, sitting with my family, popcorn in hand, and my dad cracking jokes about how Superman’s final flying-smile moment was just for me. He swore it was.

My dad swore to me that Superman’s final flying-smile moment was just for me. 

Yesterday, as I rewatched those movies, it hit me: I could almost hear my dad’s teasing voice. The giggles, the warmth, the way he’d make fun of my absolute certainty that Superman was my soulmate. It was like he was there, sitting beside me, sharing the moment. And oh, how I miss him.

Dad had this way of making even the toughest moments feel manageable, like the world wasn’t ending as long as we faced it together. If he were here now, I know he’d find some hilarious, offbeat way to remind me that everything will be okay. He’d probably tell me that Superman doesn’t need kryptonite to manifest—just believe in the impossible, and boom, miracles happen.

So that’s exactly what I’m doing. Watching Superman, giggling with my dad in spirit, and raising my vibration like my life depends on it—because honestly, it kind of does right now. Maybe it’s cheesy. Maybe it’s not the usual way to cope. But for me, it’s magic. And who knows? Maybe somewhere in the universe, Dad’s watching with me, nodding in approval at my not-so-subtle attempt to manifest my way through this storm.

Here’s to hope, to family, and to believing that a man in tights can still remind us of the strength we carry within. 💙❤️