As a child, I knew my dad was smart. In fact, he was so smart he was that nerd in high school. (We tease.)
I knew he had a good job.
I knew he loved me very much.
I knew he was kind.
I knew he would support me, no matter the direction I decided to take in life.
What I didn't know as a child was how much he had accomplished in his life.
I didn't know how proud I should be of who he is.
I didn't know that he would surprise me over and over with his loyalty and unconditional love.
I didn't know that we would be such good friends as I grew up.
Now.... now I know.
Now I know that his career is beyond impressive.
Now I know he is one of the most loyal and committed persons I have ever met.
Now I know the smile across his face when I am being my silly self is adoration of his grown child. And that he is proud of me.
Now I know that even though I have another man in my life, the relationship my dad and I have is irreplaceable.
I am so proud that he is my father.
I admire his hard work and loyalty towards life: career, family, and marriage.
I love him very much and I am grateful for the way he raised me: with unconditional love, support, and pride.
I love you, Papa.
Happy Father's Day.
