Happy Birthday, Dad

You might think that you have an awesome Dad.

But I win this competition hands down.

My Dad is one of my best friends. He’s hilarious, extremely smart, and makes really good food.

He loves chick flicks AND football.

When I was in high school, we used to watch TV together for hours. It would take more than both hands to count the number of times we’ve seen Step Up and Bring It On.

He does love British TV.

(Burn Notice… Really, Dad??)

But I love him anyway.

We both love to read. We pass books back and forth like we’re sharing a bowl of popcorn.

You know whose Dad has read The Hunger Games?

Mine.

My Dad is awesome.

He’s the one who told me that I should be an English major, if that’s what I really wanted. When everyone else was telling me that I was crazy.

Once, my Dad cooked a steak for me on an open flame.

I was pretty impressed.

When I was little, my dad kicked a dog as hard as he could, because it came into our yard and was about to eat our cat (The dog is fine. Probably…). I’ll never forget that day.

It was the first time I ever realized that my Dad is my hero.

 

My Dad is awesome.

My Dad and I probably have more inside jokes than I have with my best friends from high school.

It was always more fun to hang out and watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer on a Saturday night than to go out and get wasted with the rest of my classmates.

My Dad has always been there for me.

He sat by my side for days when I wrote my college application essay. He helped me make it absolutely perfect.

He gave me season one of My So-Called Life for my 16th birthday. He just gets me.

When I was 11, he brought me to a “work meeting” that was actually him surprising me with front row tickets to a Hilary Duff concert.

Would your Dad brave an entire arena of screaming pre-teens?

I don’t think so.

I have the best Dad in the entire world. There’s really no arguing with me.

I just hope he knows how much I love him.