To the man who taught me how to laugh uncontrollably, joke ridiculously, and to never, ever quit.
I know you’re probably trying to figure out how to change your profile picture on facebook right now, after all, “facebooking” seems to be one of your many newfound hobbies. But I hope that somewhere in between the hassle of matching both your profile picture and cover photo, that this pops up in your newsfeed.
Remember when I was little, and you used to ride your bike every Saturday morning with me to get a bagel at the local coffee shop? Remember when you used to push me down the slide at the park only for me to say “again dad, again?” Remember when mom was out of town and you were in charge of doing my hair before my soccer game? Yeah I remember, and my hair looked horrible. But hey, you really did try.
You watched as I sat in the middle of the soccer field during a game in protest for making me play the sport. You watched as I learned to love the game of golf, as you stood at a far enough distance where I wouldn’t get nervous. And you watched as I walked across the stage to earn my college degree.
You see dad, everything that I have done in this life would not be possible without your love and support. You have helped shape me into the person that I am today. You gave me my awkward, my sense of humor, and unfortuantely my over-talkative nature. But I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.
I know you miss the days when my five year old self would run to the door when you would get home from work to ask you about your day, but I promise from 2,000 miles away, that this 22 year old will always be your little girl.
Happy Father’s Day.
I love you.