My dad and I have always been close. I remember him rolling around on the living room floor with us, grabbing our ankles as we tried to crawl away from him, giggling uncontrollably. I remember him tucking us in at night, with hugs and kisses and tickles. I’d always say “you-promise-not-to-tickle-me-until-I-say-okay” and then he’d spend the next five minutes tricking me into saying okay and tickling me until I cried “mercy!”
The good memories aren’t all we have either. We have the present, and today there are SO many things I love about my dad.
I love the way Cohen’s face lights up when he sees his grandpa, a testament of their love for one another.
I love the way my dad dreams with my husband, scheming about the future and bouncing ideas off each other. My mom and I often roll our eyes because as soon as those two start, there’s no stopping them!
I love that he believes in me, supports me and is one of my biggest fans in life. I’ve always known he believed I could do anything I put my mind to. (even become a university basketball star like him – sorry dad. It just wasn’t meant to be)
I love that at fifty-something he’s still setting goals, and making them a reality. Yes there have been ups and downs in the road to his big dreams, but he’s never given up.
I love that we share interests and have so much fun together, whether it be playing cards, boating at the cabin, or just hanging out.
I love that he’d do anything for me, at any time, and has too many times for me to count. Things like picking me up from university when I was a student, helping us renovate both of our houses, or babysitting Cohen for a few hours so I can get errands done. My dad is the kind who drives across the city to change your flat tire or pull you out of the ditch on the coldest winter day.
I love ya Papa and I’m SOOO incredibly blessed to have you in my life. You’re an amazing dad, grandpa and friend.0