happy father's day to the man who, when i teared up as one does during our daddy-daughter dance at my reception, stared at me in confusion and asked if i was okay? who do i need to beat up? why are you crying?!?!
always the protector.
but thanks dad! for everything. for teaching me that there is beauty in the simple things and in routines (wheaties for breakfast every. single. morning), for threatening every and any boy that has caused me any sort of pain (basketball coaches included!), and for loving mom so very much and setting the bar crazy high for how i should be treated.
you da bestest.
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