During the time I am writing this, you are definitely asleep–after Mom and I once again decided to watch another boring romantic film (Mansfield Park) and you chose to suffer through it sacked out on the couch.
For that and many other reasons, I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for putting up with us three girls and never complaining about how many silly movies, Broadway plays, weird restaurants and other places we drag you to that don’t hold your interest whatsoever.
Thank you for always being there to kill the bugs that need squishing–especially at 1 in the morning when you’d much rather be in bed than help me kill the evil Houdini fly that is determined to dive-bomb attack my face.
Thank you for being the “cool” dad and for also managing to be the “goofball” dad all at the same time. It might be embarrassing to other people, but we humiliate each other on a regular basis so it is perfectly fine
Thank you for the countless hours you put in to be my biggest cheerleader at every single football game, choir concert, and school play–you never missed if you didn’t have to. I was so proud to have you by my side during Homecoming last year, even when I wanted to puke and run off the field. Thank God we never have to do that again!
Thank you for letting me make fun of you–like when you refused for the longest time to cut your hair and looked like a homeless man. You looked ridiculous and I have photographs to prove it–I’m never letting you live that one down, punk.
Thank you for supporting me even when you didn’t know how–like when I wanted to become a photographer and apply to art school. It was a whole new playing field and you took it in stride–getting in touch with all the right people, helping me schedule all of my flights and eventually coming back to Texas with way too many boxes in tow.
Thank you for always trying to find a solution to every problem I had while I was away–even when I didn’t want to hear it. Thank you for also handing the phone to mom when I really, really did not want to hear it and being okay with it anyway
Thank you for never giving me a reason to look for love in all the wrong place because you are always there and would drop just about anything to spend time with me and take me out for dinner or shopping–even though we both know I absolutely hate shopping.
Thank you for letting me think that I am right even when I am wrong and for never, ever telling me “I told you so.”
Thank you for showing me my worth in both your eyes and in Christ’s and reminding me that I am always your “beautiful girl.”
I love you so much and I am so lucky to have you as a dad.
Happy Father’s Day!