Happy Birthday to the first man I ever knew.

Today is my dad's birthday.

The man who raised me, taught me how to be a lady,

and what to expect from a man.

I could go on and on about how amazing he is to me.

How he treats me and my mom.

How he gives and gives.

How he offers us anything he feels we need,

while giving us plenty more that we definitely do not need.

He's the kind of dad that shows up at my house with food, just in case I'm hungry.

The kind that washes my car windows because he saw a streak.

The kind that invites me to lunch,

calls to chat,

takes care of our cat when we're on vacation,

shows up early,

still tucks me in when I'm not feeling well,

drives me home when I'm too tired,

and never expects anything in return.

I'm tellin' ya.

So, today I'd like to say...

to my exceptional dad.