Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I used to try so hard to be perfect because I thought that was what would make you proud. It turns out, all along, that you just wanted me to be perfectly myself. Even if you thought corduroy was the worst fabric, and science was more interesting that diagramming sentences. You listened to us and taught us that our opinions had value, but that sometimes people will disagree. You wanted me to be happy, and made it possible for me to find success. You taught me that my voice had meaning and I have an obligation to use it.
Thank you for being my dad. I love you ❤️