My Dad has always had my back. He made it clear that there weren't any limits to what Claire and I could achieve, as cheesy as it sounds. If you wanted to do it, we can find a way to get it done. With the lofty goals Dad also taught me that you have to work hard to get anything worthwhile. You have to practice. You have to climb ladders. He was there the whole way, no matter what. He was there whether it was showing me how to follow through on a jump shot, edit a paragraph, dress appropriately for the weather (okay, I have typically ignored this) or to put yourself out there and take the lead. Even today he offered tips on the resume I'm drafting.
How many dads are willing to stand on a pool deck meet after meet, year after year, wearing a funny hat and watching small children disqualify themselves in swim competitions?
How many dads ski double black diamonds, slalom water ski, and bike miles and miles to work?
How many dads learn to play the bass in their free time?
How many dads share their daughters' enthusiasm for Chipotle? (It's a tight bond we three share)
How many dads sit down with their daughter and explain a Cover-Two defensive scheme for football?
MY Dad does all these things. Be jealous.
Happy Birthday Dad. I love you!
