Saturday was my dad’s birthday. Happy Birthday dad! I am super grateful for you. It seems silly even to type “grateful” when I think about you because it seems hardly adequate. Remember when I left my Megan Doll at Sly Park and you drove all the way back to get her? I do.
Remember when I was little and we would have “book club” and we would read the same book then go to Coffee Republic and talk about it? I do.
Remember in High School, how we had Friday morning Starbucks dates? I do.
Remember when I was in college and you came to spend Easter with me? I do.
Remember right before I walked down the aisle and I started crying and you were super strong? Remember what you told me? I do.
Thank you for being there dad. And being invested. And for making sure that I knew that I was loved. So very loved.
Happy Birthday dad! I love you!