To the man who was there for all my "firsts" growing up while starting his own business. Who came to violin, piano and choir concerts. Who came to every soccer game, even when I was a Big Girl on varsity. Who took me on my first powered paramotored flight. Who works his hands to the bone to give our family the amazing life we lead.
The man who taught me how to be tough and throw a punch if I have to. The man who greeted one date with intimidating presence. The man who watches made-for-TV sci-fi and Steven Seagal movies without irony. The man who drives me absolutely crazy and makes me bust a gut laughing.
The man who no one else could ever replace.
Love you, Daddy.
(Now can we please go see The A-Team? I'll buy the ice cream!)
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