Father's Day

For the 3 hour each way krispy cream runs to Issaquah together that weren't really about the donuts. For standing up for me, even when it embarrassed me. For supporting me, even when it terrified you. For trying to care about what I cared about, even when that meant listening to a teenage girl yabber on and on inanely her obsession if the week. For making me feel special. For listening and treating me respectfully, even when I was kind of an idiot. For always being there.

You aren't the best Dad in the whole wide world. You were always a person, and sometimes you messed up. But I always knew you loved me. I always knew you would so anything for me, would always be there. Technically perfect or not, I don't care. I wouldn't want anyone else for my Dad.

Happy Fathers Day.

(I know the whole parent/child wedding picture thing is cliche, but given that I'm 3,000+ miles away from both the man and the alternative cliche baby pictures, I'm calling it good. Also? Picture taken by a friend, so sure the lighting isn't up to pro standards, blah blah, I just love the look on our faces.)