1. He plays
the saxophone.
2. He makes a
mean BBQ sticky chicky.
3. He taught
me how to play baseball. During a game, I tripped on my shoelaces while on the
way to home plate and cut my knee up. I was tagged out and hobbled back to the
dugout. I sat on the bench with my head hung in shame. My knee hurt, but my
pride hurt more. I was so close to scoring.
From the
other side of the fence, I heard my dad’s voice. Instead of chiding my obvious
error, he said, “Let’s see that knee. Oh nice gash! You totally earned it.”
That was not the response I was expecting. I looked up at him with my muddy,
tear-stained face and started laughing. Even though my team lost (by one run),
he still took me to get ice cream. Sweet.
4. He
introduced me to Journey, Styx, Kansas, Steely Dan, Chicago, and Boston. “All I
want is to have my peace of miiiiiiind.”
5. He’s the
world’s best artist. I am in awe of everything he creates.
6. He knows just
what to say. I didn’t get an internship last week that I really wanted. His
response? “Ok, the day started out crummy, but it
ended with the first perfect game ever thrown for the Giants!” Now if that
isn’t a silver lining, I don’t know what is. Play ball!
7. He’s still crazy in love with my mom.
Growing up and even now, he’ll look at us kids and say, “You know what? Your mom is a total fox.” Fair enough.
8. His hair
used to look like this-
9. He read to
me as a child. Even though I bet he wishes he hadn’t introduced us to “Hop on
Pop.” Sorry for any internal bruising Cole and I caused…
10. He is a
man of conviction. He shares his beliefs by simply living them. And he always
challenged me to find out for myself what is true.
Thanks dad for
being an amazing man and example to me. I wish I were home to celebrate. You are my hero.
Love,
Punky
