Thank you for picking me up when I skinned my knee growing up. Thank you for letting me put my diaper on the dogs head. Thank you for letting me pretend to read books, even when I was holding them upside down and flipping the pages backwards. Thank you for not killing me every time I said an outfit was itchy, or all the times that I refused to wear things with seams. Thank you for having the foresight to force me to go to ski school growing up, so that we could take family vacations and ski out of bounds as adults. Thank you for saving Whaley from our house fire, and for making the world seem normal, even though Christmas was at the beach. Thank you for sending me to see the world, and giving me the freedom to make my own mistakes… but thank you for always bailing me out of them when I really needed help. Thank you for letting me feel independent as a teenager, while still preparing me to really be independent (ish) as an adult. Thank you for telling me made up bed time stories. Thank you for being you.
I am lucky. Lucky to have a steadfast support system in you. Someone that I can always turn to with my problems, celebrate my triumphs and someone that will always take the time to find that perfect pair of rain pants for the family hiking trip – (because who wouldn’t want those?). I suppose that what I am trying to get at here, is that I am beyond thankful for you. I would not be half of the person I am today without your encouragement, support and (occasionally) a nudge in the right direction. There has never been a problem too small for you to attend to, and never one too big for you to help me figure out. Thank you for teaching me about life, and for being my rock- I love you dad.
You will always be home, and I will always try to make you proud.