Thank you for being there.
For car ride karaoke and judgement-free conversation and embodying “home.”
For giving me both the best table manners and the weirdest personality of anyone I know.
Thank you for your kindness and understanding and for always answering the phone when I called at 2am crying from college.
And thank you for always picking me up the next day.
Thank you for defying stereotypes and never holding back “I love you”s.
Thank you for loving my mother and my siblings and me and showing it in a million tiny, consistent ways every single day of my 28 years.
For James Taylor and texting on your flip phone.
For being a beacon of calm in a world of chaos.
I am who I am in huge part because of you, and I will never, ever be able to repay you for that.
Thank you for everything.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. <3