Happy Birthday to the man who raised me, who taught me right from wrong, who taught me patience (still working on that one), who taught me the PROPER way to wash and dry a car (and to always wear my seatbelt), and who taught me loyalty and honor.
He's that patient voice on the other end of the phone who listens and waits until I've run down to give me advice or to just let me know that he trusts me to make the best decisions I can and that he has my back and will be there, regardless.
We may not share genetics, but we are related through the blood and tears and laughter that bind father and daughter together.
Thanks for always being there and I hope you have a Happy Birthday! Love you!!
2 years ago