Best dad

I have a great dad. I really do. Growing up, I wasn’t always so in touch with how awesome he is but now that I’m older, I totally see it. I mean, just look at that picture… My dad was rocking the aviators and mutton chops and is very obviously happy to be hanging with me, the kid. Like I said, BEST. DAD. EVER.

Dad is the one that introduced me to skiing. That’s me in the front and him following not too far behind. He most likely didn’t realize it then, but he got me started on a sport that will be with me the rest of my life. One that I’m passionate about and absolutely love. Had it not been for him, I don’t know that I’d have ever gone skiing. Especially since we were living in Texas at the time. How many Texas dad’s take their kids skiing? Who knows, but mine did. Can’t thank him enough for that.

Again with the mutton chops! I gotta grow some in honor of him. I don’t know if Jess will let me get away with it, but come on! Here you can see Dad helping me open up a toy that he’ll be shocked to believe I have absolutely no memory of. He wont’ really be shocked, he’s told me often how spoiled I was at a young age. I didn’t see it then, cause I was obviously blinded by all the toys, but I was. My dad (and my mom) totally spoiled me as a kid. Heck, they still do. Even when they didn’t have a lot, they found other was to spoil my sister and I. I really don’t have much to complain about. My dad’s love for his two kids was apparent throughout our childhood and has remained just as strong as we’ve grown up and started lives of our own.

Would you be surprised to no that I have no memory of any of these photos? They were all so long ago. It’s not that all the stuff I did with my dad wasn’t memorable. I think it’s more that so much of it was memorable that I couldn’t possibly remember it all. I do remember running races with my dad in the front yard of our house in Houston, playing catch and throwing it as hard as I could to try to make my dad’s hand hurt, (he did a good job of faking that it hurt I threw it so hard). I remember multiple fishing trips and watching my dad drive the boat as I sat on the floor of the boat.

Most of all though, I remember never doubting that my dad loved me. I was a lucky kid. Not everyone grows up with a good father. I grew up with the best father. I may not have always shown my appreciation for how great he was, but looking back, I’m so thankful for the blessing he’s been in my life. I am the man and husband that I am because of all that he taught me over the years.

My dad rules. Happy Father’s Day!

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