A year has gone by since our last summer cookout, our last camping trip together, and almost a year has gone by since you met me on my wedding day, told me how beautiful I looked, then you walked me down the aisle and gave me away to a boy I met in eighth grade.
But we did.
Because that is the kind of dad you are.
The kind of dad who stayed up late when Melissa and I were sick and carried us outside in the Minnesota cold to soothe our coughs. The kind of dad who relentlessly came to dance competitions and supported bleacher butt in support of his girls. The kind of dad who can guide us through anything scary, exciting, fearful, or wonderful... especially that long walk down the aisle.
So happy birthday, Dad. Hoping your day is as incredible as I think you are.