Today is my dad’s 55th birthday. (I’m sure he’s just going to be thrilled that I shared his age on the interwebs.) And I just wanted to take a second to say happy birthday to the best dad in the universe.
(LEFT: My dad, me, my mom – at our rehearsal dinner last year. RIGHT: My dad and John at our wedding.)
I got a lot of things from my dad – my love of photography (and my first real camera), my entrepreneurial spirit, my love of baseball and swimming, my determination to succeed. He taught me to try and always finish what you start, to see things through to the end. And that if you fail something, that doesn’t make you a failure. You just have to get up and try again or try something new. But as long as you get up and keep going, you’ll be fine. Whenever I’m frustrated or annoyed, he’s always there with an ear and some perspective on the problem.
When I think of my childhood with my dad, I think of taking road trips with him and my little brother to the beach or Disney World and listening to the oldies; the stories he used to tell us about growing up in West Virginia (which – looking back – were probably about 5% truth, 95% exaggeration); fishing for sunfish in the pond; Saturday mornings on the softball field – he coached my team; and laughing at all the stupid inside jokes the three of us had. I always thought my dad and brother were hilarious.
Thanks for everything you’ve done, Dad. I’m kind of ridiculously lucky to have such an awesome father. Happy birthday! (You know what the deer’s doing? It’s kicking you in the face.)
(My dad and I in 1984 or 1985.)