He's my pops.
My papa bear.
My number 1.
He's fearless.
He's fun.
He's genius-smart.
He's level headed.
He's totally insane.
He's honest.
He's brave.
He's totally not perfect in the most perfect way.
He's hilarious.
He's ridiculous.
He's full of heart.
He's knowledgeable.
He's helpful.
He's healthy.
He's a sounding board.
He's inspiring.
He's admirable.
He's approachable.
He's simple.
He's layered.
He's huggable (oh so very much)
He's a soft place to fall.
He's my number one fan.
He's a cheerleader.
He's proud.
He's loving.
He's tough.
He's consistent.
He's Switzerland.
He's China.
He's cozy.
He's home.
And, best of all, he's there.
Always.
No matter what.
No matter when.
For tears and laughter, inquisition and anger, uncertainty and self-doubt, fun and silliness, heartbreak and heart ache, happiness and excitement... My dad is there for me.
For all of it.
If only every girl could be so lucky.
Thanks, dad.
I am who I am today because you were and continue to be there for me.
I leap because of you.
Thank you for steering me right, Papa Bear. A greater man there never was.
