Happy Birthday dearest Dad! I know that having your very own blog post on “humor me” is one of your wildest dreams–I mean, I have like 4 followers. It’s a big deal.
Anyhow, your dream has come true, and these are a few of the many reasons why I love you:
The first one is obvious–because you’re my dad and I’m pretty sure you’re the best there is.
You’ve always loved me—even through my 12-year awkward/disproportionate phase. (That’s a face only a father could love.) Mom, why didn’t you tell me that my lunchbox was not cool and shouldn’t be modeled as a purse?
We’re the same kind of weird, and I can usually count on you to get my lame sense of humor.
You taught me that just because something’s broken doesn’t mean it’s unusable. Case and point: your glasses.
You telled me there aint nuthin’ more important then gettin’ them there smarts. (Thanks for sacrificing your sanity and sleep to tutor me daily so I didn’t end up stuck in high school math forever.)
You embrace the inner you (even if it is totally weird and it embarrasses Blake).
You encourage your kids to explore (even if Blake isn’t too keen about the idea). Hmm… I’m sensing a negative Blake theme.
No one can rock the socks and Tevas look quite like you Dad. Don’t worry—fashion will eventually catch up with you. (Hopefully after I’m dead.)
You make farming cool—and look what you do to improve the looks of things around Powell! It would be a barren wasteland without your contribution.
No father-in-law has ever been more loved.
You are very confident in your ideas—even if they make you look like a goob (as if I’m one to talk). I distinctly remember you proudly wearing your water-soaked bandana that you boasted kept your head “cool as a cucumber.”
For the record: No, we are not part of Warren Jeff’s following. We were just embarking on a mock pioneer trek… which probably sounds equally strange.
You have a great sense of humor and are loved by all (which is why you aren’t going to kill me for posting half of the above photos).
Happy Birthday cowboy!